The drizzling rain gradually subsided.
In the muddy, deep pit, only Kakuzu's intermittent, breathless, and heartbreaking sobs could be heard.
This cold-blooded old monster has been famous in the Shinobi World for nearly a century.
At this moment, his eyes had completely lost their luster, like a soulless rag doll lying face up in the murky mud.
He was waiting.
Waiting for the black-haired youth above them, who resembled a god or demon, to unleash his final, life-extinguishing, ferocious Iron Fist.
It completely shattered the last faintly beating heart in his chest.
For him, all his wealth was looted, and even the spare change in his pockets was taken away.
Living is already an extremely cruel form of torture.
Death, perhaps, is the only true liberation.
However.
A second passed.
Ten seconds passed.
The expected earth-shattering punch force did not crash down.
Instead, a pair of muddy flip-flops gently stepped onto the gravel beside him.
"Clatter."
Without warning, a large, thick hand, as strong as an iron clamp, reached out and grabbed the back of Kakuzu's tattered black robe by the Kakuzu.
Then, it was like pulling a dead dog out of a puddle.
He easily lifted Kakuzu from the mud pile into the air!
"Cough cough... Pfft!"
Kakuzu was forced to choke on a mouthful of murky water, and weakly opened his bloodshot, cloudy green eyes.
Senju Kenya, shirtless, with a white jade pipe between his teeth, was sizing him up with a half-smile.
" Senju Kenya..."
Kakuzu breathing, a resigned, bitter smile in his eyes:
"You've taken all the money... If you're going to kill me, just give me a quick death, stop humiliating me here!"
"Kill you?"
Kenya raised an eyebrow, exhaled a thick cloud of blue smoke, and blew it directly onto Kakuzu's pale old face:
"You old Frankenstein's monster, when did I ever say I was going to take your dog's life today?"
Kakuzu froze instantly, his eyes widening in shock.
"You... you won't kill me?!"
"Nonsense, I'm not a serial killer."
Kenya, carrying Kakuzu in one hand, casually Earth Flow to the flat stone platform at the edge of the pit and tossed him onto the ground.
"Boom."
Kakuzu grimaced as he fell, but he paid no heed to the pain; his mind was filled with utter absurdity and disbelief.
They robbed me of all my assets, worth over 100 million, and shattered my four hearts.
They didn't kill him in the end?!
What kind of absurd logic is this?!
Kenya patted the three heavy gold savings books in the pocket of the big floral shorts, and began to give him a supreme philosophy lesson on modern capitalism from his superior position:
"Old man, use your pig brain and do some proper math."
Kenya extended a finger and waved it in front of Kakuzu's eyes:
"It would be satisfying to smash you to death with one punch today, but this deal is now officially off."
"At most, I only received 150 million taels of dead money in one go."
Then, Kenya extended a second finger, a devilish glint in his eyes:
"But if we let you go back to Akatsuki with your old life, the situation would be completely different!"
Kenya crouched down, patted the face Kakuzu in stitches, and spoke in a tone so gentle it sent chills down your spine:
"Looking across the entire Shinobi World, where can you find another top-notch ox or horse like you, so hardworking and consistent, with saving money etched into your very bones?"
" The Akatsuki constantly takes on all sorts of expensive jobs throughout the Shinobi World, earning them countless sums of money."
"You'll go back to the Akatsuki and continue being its treasurer, continuing to secretly embezzle funds and take on private jobs to save up your own money."
Kenya grinned, revealing a set of large, white teeth:
"After a year or two, you'll have secretly saved up tens of millions or even hundreds of millions through your part-time jobs."
"I'm going to conduct another 'surprise inspection' at your place, and I'll harvest another wave of profits, with interest."
"In business, this is called long-term investment, or sustainable development that exploits resources to the point of exhaustion. Do you understand, you old working-class person?"
"Puff--!!"
After listening to this outrageously monstrous theory of exploitation!
Kakuzu's last remaining, fragile heart convulsed and spasmed violently!
He spat out a mouthful of blood directly into the rainwater in mid-air!
devil!
This is absolutely a vampire that crawled out of hell!!
Not only did they rob me of all my money, but they also plan to treat me like a hen, letting me go back to lay eggs for them to harvest?!
To kill someone, you must first destroy their spirit!
Even when the pond is exhausted, fish should still be left behind!
Kakuzu lived his whole life and seen ruthless and brutal people, but he has never seen such a shameless and unscrupulous bandit!
"Oh, and your good-for-nothing young partner too."
Kenya snapped his fingers.
Behind them, Bai, holding an umbrella, led two bodyguards in black suits, laboriously carrying a huge, heavy black animal skin sack.
Thump!
The sack was roughly thrown at Kakuzu's feet.
The bag opened, revealing all the fragmented parts of Hidan's body that had just been scattered by Kenya.
And that big head that was still frantically spitting saliva in the mud:
" Kakuzu! You piece of trash! How come you're still alive?!"
"Quickly pick up my arms and legs and sew them back up! I want to get up and keep hacking him to death!!"
Kenya stomped on Hidan's face, forcing his curses back down his throat.
Then, Kenya pulled two shriveled, cold, and even slightly moldy rice balls from his pocket.
He casually tossed it onto Kakuzu's limp chest, as if giving it to a beggar.
"Look, you're crying so hard, this is my sponsorship for your travel expenses."
"Grab your puzzle piece partner, grab your rice ball, and get the hell out of here right now."
Kenya, pipe in mouth, stood up, looking down at Kakuzu with a chilling, domineering glint in his eyes.
"Get back to Akatsuki and work your ass off to make as much money as you can!"
"If I'm short even a penny, next time I'll personally storm the Land of Rain and rip your last heart out to your face, then stomp on it like a bubble!"
"Did you understand?!"
The intense and violent Conqueror's Haki suddenly shook the area, shattering the surrounding rocks!
Kakuzu trembled violently, looking at the two shriveled rice balls on his chest, and then at the noisy Hidan in the bag.
He took a deep breath and swallowed all the humiliation, despair, and heartache.
"I... I understand..."
Kakuzu gritted his teeth and shakily climbed out of the mud.
The black threads of the Earth Grudge Fear barely managed to squeeze out from his severed wound, tightly binding the heavy sack containing Hidan's parts around his back.
He clutched the two cold rice balls in his hand.
Without daring to look back, he dragged his heavy, broken body and scrambled and fled into the vast rain.
Watching Kakuzu's pitiful Kakuzu as he fled in panic.
Kenya patted the heavy pocket in his pants that was full of bankbooks, laughed loudly, and turned to jump onto the luxurious beast-drawn carriage in the center of the caravan.
"Men! Let's return to Konoha laden with our spoils and count our money!!"
The transport convoy set off in a grand procession, carrying billions of dollars in illicit funds and exorbitant contracts, disappearing into the distance.
Meanwhile...
Thousands of miles away, at the top of the core tower of Amegakure area is dark and damp.
Inside a dark, oppressive, and massive steel chamber.
Deva Path of Pain, who possesses the Six Paths Rinnegan, stands side by side with Konan, who is wearing a black coat with red clouds, under a giant stone raindrop sculpture.