The cold rainwater mixed with mud gathered in the deep pit, forming a pool of murky water.
The entire mountain path fell into a deathly silence.
Even Hidan's head, which had been cursing and swearing on the top of the pit, now shut its mouth, its two purplish-red eyes wide open.
Under the stunned gazes of dozens of black-clad guards and Zabuza.
Kakuzu limp in the mud.
My shoulder suddenly twitched.
Immediately afterwards.
"Waaaaaahh...
A heart-wrenching, piercing wail Kakuzu erupted from Kakuzu's mangled face, covered in stitches!
This cold-blooded demon has roamed the Shinobi World for nearly a century, his hands stained with the blood of countless powerful figures.
At this moment, he looked like a three-year-old child who had all his New Year's money stolen.
He dug his hands into the muddy pile of rubble, pounded the ground frantically, and cried uncontrollably, his body convulsing and tears streaming down his face!
"My money!!"
Kakuzu looked up to the sky and let out a blood-curdling wail, his voice cracking from crying.
"I've worked hard for a hundred years, earning my hard-earned money!!"
"It's all gone! Not a single coin was left for this old man!!"
Kenya stood on the edge of the pit, biting his white jade pipe, and casually took a large red apple from the fruit plate that Bai handed him.
He took a big bite with a "crunch," and juice splashed everywhere.
As he ate his apple, he looked down with great interest at the old monster wailing and collapsing at the bottom of the pit:
"What are you crying for, old man? You're almost a hundred years old, how can you have such a weak mentality?"
"Money is just an external thing; you can't take it with you when you die. It'll just go to waste if you keep it. I'm helping you revitalize the real economy; you should be thanking me."
I thank your ancestors for eighteen generations!
Kakuzu abruptly raised his mud-covered face, two lines of crimson tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, and hysterically began to curse:
"You have no idea what kind of life I've lived for the past hundred years!!"
While pounding his Kakuzu and stamping his feet, Kakuzu began to pour out his grievances in front of everyone:
"During the Sengoku period, I risked being slapped to death by Hashirama Senju to carry out an assassination, exchanging my life for a meager bounty of tens of thousands of taels!"
"During the First Shinobi World War and Second Shinobi World War, I scavenged for scraps between powerful nations, Kunai from corpses to exchange for money!"
"To save on travel expenses, I've traveled the entire Shinobi World on foot, refusing to even rent a cheap donkey to pull the cart!"
When he touched on a painful topic, Kakuzu wiped the snot and tears from his face, his voice trembling so much that it brought tears to one's eyes:
"My trench coat is torn, and I only managed to mend it myself thanks to the black thread of the Earth Grudge Fear!"
"He never dared to go to a proper hospital when he was seriously injured, relying entirely on assassinating enemy ninjas and harvesting other people's hearts to replace them!"
"I've lived for almost a hundred years, and I've never even been able to afford a bowl of top-quality ramen with char siu! I eat dry, hard salted fish Tenten!!"
Kakuzu took a deep breath, pointed at Kenya's nose, and his voice was filled with extreme grief and indignation:
"Later, I finally managed to join the Akatsuki and became some kind of damn financial manager!"
"Turns out the whole organization is a bunch of good-for-nothings!!"
" Deidara Tenten demanding huge sums of money from me to buy expensive clay for explosions!"
" Sasori of the Red Sands collects all sorts of rare and precious puppet materials Tenten, and he spends tens of millions of taels of silver every time he asks!"
"That spendthrift woman, Konan, is secretly hoarding Explosive Tag by the case, claiming she'll buy six hundred billion of them!!"
"It's all thanks to me working tirelessly from dawn till dusk, taking on illegal jobs and even paying out of my own pocket!!"
Kakuzu pounded his chest, crying so hard he was almost breathless.
"This is the secret stash of money I painstakingly scraped together! My life savings for my funeral!!"
"You robber! Bandit! Villain!!"
"You copied all the hard work I've accumulated over a hundred years in just a few minutes! Do you have any humanity left?!"
Tears streaming down her face!
Every word is stained with blood!
The black-clad guards along the mountain path were dumbfounded; even Zabuza couldn't help but twitch his lips.
Goodness!
A veteran leader of the Akatsuki, and an S-rank missing-nin feared by everyone in the Shinobi World.
Behind the scenes, he turned out to be such a tragic, scrimping and saving, even using public funds to support himself—a truly pathetic and devoted slave!
The resentment of these migrant workers is even stronger than all the wandering ghosts within a ten-mile radius combined!
Kenya casually tossed the half-eaten apple core into the muddy water next to Kakuzu.
He exhaled a puff of blue smoke, then slowly and deliberately delivered a fatal blow:
"Brother, your spirit is commendable, but your financial management concepts are indeed too outdated."
"Keeping money locked away in a dark, unventilated box will only cause it to lose value."
"I'll take it to buy meat for all the children in Konoha and give subsidies to orphanages. That's called boosting consumption; it's a great deed!"
This is a fallacious and heretical argument that aims to kill the soul.
It became the final, devastating blow that broke through Kakuzu's mental defenses!
"You... Pfft--!!"
Kakuzu trembled violently, his eyes almost bursting out of their sockets in an instant!
In a fit of rage...
His last remaining, fragile heart in his chest convulsed and spasmed violently!
A large mouthful of thick, dark primordial blood gushed out of his mouth like a fountain!
Kakuzu rolled his eyes.
He fell straight backward, crashing heavily into the cold, muddy puddle, utterly heartbroken and devoid of any will to live.