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Chapter 113 Kakashi's New Mission, Akatsuki's Moves!
Chapter 113 Kakashi's New Mission, Akatsuki's Moves!
Konoha, Hokage Building.
After returning from the Land of Snow, Kakashi once again threw himself into the missions of the Anbu.
Today, he was summoned to the Hokage's office again.
Wearing an Anbu mask, he knelt on one knee before the Third Hokage, quietly awaiting new instructions.
"Kakashi, I have a new task for you." The Third Hokage put down his pipe, his gaze fixed on Kakashi, his voice steady and solemn.
"Next, I will tell you some top-secret information. Listen carefully—"
Kakashi slightly raised his gaze and looked at the Third Hokage through his mask.
His left eye had been sealed layer by layer with a special sealing technique made by the sealing team to prevent any accidents from happening to the implanted eye.
Kakashi's expression turned serious, and he became extremely focused. A task that the Third Hokage would assign in this tone was definitely not simple.
Listen carefully.
The third generation slowly lowered his head, his voice even lower, as if someone could hear him from behind the walls.
"This matter still concerns that Kirigakure traitor, Taketori Izumi, who not only stole the Byakugan and Sharingan—"
He paused, his gaze growing increasingly profound.
"After the Nine-Tails rampage, Konoha suffered heavy losses and had no time to attend to the outside world."
"They also kidnapped Tsunade and her disciple Shizune who were traveling, causing them to be missing for more than half a year."
Kakashi's expression under the mask suddenly changed.
Lady Tsunade?
The granddaughter of one of the legendary Sannin, the First Hokage, was kidnapped? And for more than half a year?
A hint of horror flashed in his eyes.
Even though he was in the secret service and dealt with a lot of classified information every day, he had never heard of such news.
It seems that this matter has been kept extremely secret, so secret that even the elite members of the secret service have no way of knowing about it.
At the same time, he also understood a bit more.
No wonder the Third Hokage looked so strange when he learned that the other party had taken his Sharingan.
It wasn't surprise, but a deeper sense of unease, worry, and furrowed brows, as if they had already anticipated something.
No wonder the Third Hokage didn't blame him. After all, the other party was able to get his hands on Lady Tsunade, so how could a special Jonin like him possibly have the strength to resist?
Kakashi's fist clenched slightly, then slowly relaxed.
"So—" The Third Hokage raised his head and met Kakashi's gaze, "You need to be extra careful on this mission."
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The office fell silent. Kakashi lowered his head and solemnly responded.
"Yes."
"Your mission this time is to go find Tsunade, check on her current condition, and have her examine you."
The third generation's voice deepened, his speech slowed, and each word seemed carefully chosen before being uttered.
"She was once cursed, and although she can't recount what happened back then, she can at least confirm your situation."
"Give this scroll to Tsunade as well. It contains some research findings from the sealing team. Let her try it out."
The third generation picked up a sealed scroll from the table and handed it over.
The scroll was sealed with a red strip covered with densely packed sealing incantations, clearly indicating that it was a confidential document that had been kept under strict guard.
Kakashi took the scroll with both hands, his fingertips lingering on the seal for a moment before he solemnly put it into his pocket.
He lowered his head, his voice low and firm: "Yes."
The third generation looked at the taciturn young man in front of him and sighed inwardly.
Kakashi experienced too much from a young age: the death of his father, the death of Obito, the death of Rin, the death of his teacher—
Now even the eye that Obito left him has been taken away. Anyone else would probably have collapsed long ago.
Kakashi, however, suppressed all his emotions, filling each day with missions and responding with silence.
"Go ahead." The Third Hokage waved his hand, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible concern. "Be careful on the road."
Kakashi stood up, bowed, and turned to leave the office.
The door closed gently behind him, and the sound of footsteps fading into the distance echoed down the corridor.
The third generation picked up the pipe again, lit it, and took a deep drag.
White smoke slowly billowed from his mouth, swirling and rising in the dimly lit office, blurring his features.
His gaze fell on the peaceful Konoha Village outside the window, but his heart was far from at peace.
Taketori Izumi—this name was like a thorn stuck in his heart, impossible to remove.
He kidnapped Tsunade, stole the Byakugan, and stole the Sharingan—every move he made precisely struck Konoha's weakest point, leaving the Hokage feeling utterly powerless. And what's most terrifying is that they still don't know what his true purpose is.
The third generation closed his eyes, took a deep drag of his cigarette, and exhaled the smoke from his nostrils, which dissipated into the air like a silent sigh.
Outside the office, Kakashi walked through the long corridor, down the stairs, and out of the Hokage Building.
The sun had already set, and the clouds on the horizon were tinged with dark red, like congealed blood.
He looked up at the deep twilight, then started walking towards the village entrance.
Regarding Tsunade's current whereabouts, the Third Hokage only told him that she seemed to be lingering near the ruins of Uzushiogakure, and that he would have to find her exact location himself.
His task was simple: hand her the scroll and let her check it out, that was all.
But his heart felt heavy, as if a stone was pressing down on it.
Obito's eyes were stolen. Lady Tsunade was kidnapped.
What exactly does that man want to do?
Kakashi gripped the scroll in his arms tightly and quickened his pace.
Dusk slowly closed in behind him, swallowing his shadow into darkness.
Rain Village, with its countless steel towers standing tall under the gloomy sky, resembles a cold, metallic forest.
Rain falls incessantly throughout the year, pattering against the tower and meandering down the pipe walls before flowing into the crisscrossing ditches on the ground.
In the center of this never-ending rain curtain, the tallest rain tower stands.
Pain stood inside the iron tower, his orange hair fluttering slightly in the damp wind.
The Rinnegan's gaze pierced through layers of rain, overlooking the entire Rain Village. Every falling raindrop was an extension of his perception.
No matter how cleverly someone disguises themselves, they cannot escape the gaze of those eyes when entering or leaving this village.
Rain Tiger's Freedom Technique made this land his absolute domain.
Xiao Nan, whose face was slightly pale, stood behind him, her long black robe with red clouds swaying gently in the wind.
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Her voice wasn't loud, but it reached Payne's ears clearly, each word distinct and logical.
"We have successfully recruited three S-rank rogue ninjas: Sasori of the Red Sand Village, Kakuzu of the Takigakure Village, and Juzo of the Kirigakure Village."
She paused, then continued, "Among the tentative candidates, Izumi Taketori of Kirigakure and Pakura of Sunagakure are currently missing and cannot be contacted for the time being."
Payne did not turn around, but simply nodded slightly.
Xiao Nan added, "As for the other candidates, the mysterious masked man said he already has two candidates in mind and we don't need to ask."
"He just said he would bring the person directly when the time comes."
Nagato, controlling Pain, was quietly listening to everything through Pain's eyes.
His expression was calm and composed, showing neither joy at recruiting three S-rank rogue ninjas nor anxiety about being unable to find the other two.
The Akatsuki organization is still in the stage of accumulating strength, and its funds and manpower are far from sufficient to execute its plans.
He knew perfectly well that cooperating with that mysterious masked man was like trying to get something for nothing.
That person's origins and purpose were unknown, and even the true face beneath the mask was never revealed.
But Nagato had no choice; he wanted revenge, and that required the power the other party could provide.
Because the use of those Rinnegan powers was taught and mastered by the other party.
Just as the other party said, this is a power belonging only to the gods, an existence that can look down upon the entire ninja world.
"Let Zetsu continue searching for those two," Pain's voice was low and cold. "At the same time, see if there are any other suitable candidates in the ninja world."
He glanced sideways, looking at Konan with his Rinnegan, and continued in a deep voice.
"As for that masked man, he has his own schemes, and aren't we also using his power to achieve our own goals?"
Xiao Nan listened quietly without interrupting.
"I don't care about manpower." Payne withdrew his gaze and looked again at the distant horizon blurred by the rain. "As long as they are capable enough to carry out the mission and are willing to follow orders, that's enough."
He wasn't afraid of the masked men planting people; for Nagato, the Akatsuki's rules were very simple.
Joining means obeying.
Strength is the only requirement; nothing else matters.
If anyone disagrees or has ulterior motives, he can have a "face-to-face meeting" with them.
These two eyes of rebirth never speak empty words.
Konan lowered her head slightly to indicate that she understood and would stand by Nagato's side until their goal was achieved.
In Loulan, the entire kingdom quietly experienced a rebirth due to the reactivation of the dragon vein.
Some of those once-silent puppets are broken, some are intact, and some are half-buried under the yellow sand.
At this moment, they were all rummaged through from every corner by the skeletal golems, sorted and piled up, awaiting further processing.
Meanwhile, the skeletal puppets themselves moved silently through the streets, climbed walls, and scaled windowsills, omnipresent.
They move rubble, clear sand, and repair damaged buildings, their movements mechanical and orderly, as if controlled by an invisible hand.
The city is gradually restoring itself to its original appearance.
Inside the basement of the sealed dragon vein.
The purple chakra light illuminated the surroundings, making it look like a dream.
Izumikawa stood behind Sara, one hand firmly pressed against her back, chakra continuously flowing into her body.
Inside.
Sarah closed her eyes, her brows furrowed slightly, and her body trembled slightly under the pull of the dragon vein's power.
At this moment, the bloodline of the Loulan royal family became the bridge connecting the dragon vein.