YM778.TV Chapter 81: I’m Just One of Konoha’s Anbu
Chapter 81: I’m Just One of Konoha’s Anbu
The people panicked for a while.
The body of their leader, Hanzo, was hung off the tallest tower in the village. Many ninjas were horrified and feared the destruction of the Amegakure.
“From today, we are taking over here.”
A young ninja sat on a high tower along with the Ame Jonin Ninja Hattori Hirakawa and two little ghosts. He was in a posture that said, “Surrender to me now.”
Hanzo took away most of his cronies. The remaining cronies chose to flee after seeing Hanzo’s body, and the rest were ordinary ninjas.
This ordinary ninja looked at the young man on the tower in horror.
Did this kid kill Hanzo-sama?
This…
What’s happening?
A blue-haired woman walked up to the young ninja and hit him on the head, “Naraku, stop getting wet in the rain here, go and look at the room I set up for you…”
“…”
Kimimaro and Haku couldn’t help laughing.
Even Hattori Hirakawa covered his lips.
Uehara helplessly rubbed his head, grabbed Konan’s hand, and stood up, “Sensei, don’t always treat me like a kid in need of care!”
“Well, I have something to say to the ninjas down there anyway.”
Konan unfolded the paper wings behind her and flew into the air. She looked down at the ninjas on the ground and said, “That was my disciple Naraku. What he said is true. Starting today, the Akatsuki are in charge of the Amegakure.
Since the Second Ninja War, the Land of Rain had always been the battlefield for bigger countries. Hanzo never managed to change this situation!
But from today onwards, Pain-sama will change the status quo. He was going to make the Big Countries experience the pain of war and would not tolerate other ninjas fighting in the Land of Rain…
Pain-sama was a real god…
From now on, the Land of Rain would never be bullied again…”
“…”
Uehara listened to Konan’s speech for a while. He glanced at Konan, floating in the sky looking like an angel, turned his head, and walked into the tower.
After today, Konan would be hailed as the Angel of the Amegakure.
Nagato hid in his high tower and set up the Six Pain’s sleeping places to save his Chakra.
Aside from Tendo Pain, who was chasing Hanzo’s cronies and busy sealing away the news, the other Pains were here.
“Uehara, why are you here?”
Nagato frowned, coughed a few times, and then whispered, “Didn’t I tell you to follow Konan and learn how to manage the Amegakure?”
This person really wanted Uehara to become the leader of the Amegakure!
Uehara felt that his acting skills were too good, so he scratched his head and said, “Forget it, Nagato-sama, we don’t have sufficient staff right now. I’ll go out to perform some missions first!”
“…”
Nagato watched as Uehara turned to leave when he suddenly thought of something and stopped Uehara again, “Wait, take this!”
Nagato suddenly threw a ring!
A strange word was engraved on the ring.
This ring had never appeared before, and Nagato made it especially for him.
Uehara’s eyes lit up, and he reached out and took the ring, “Isn’t this a member’s ring? Did Konan-sensei allow me to become a member? Where can I get the uniform? I don’t want the nail polish…”
“Cough cough cough… Konan disagreed.”
Nagato coughed lightly and said softly, “This is the ring Akatsuki uses to contact each other. As long as you put Chakra in the ring, I’ll be able to sense your information through the Rinnegan…”
“That’s all this ring can do!”
Uehara was a little dissatisfied, “Can’t I just borrow Nagato-sama’s black stick to summon the Six Pains at any time, right? This feels kind of useless…”
“If you don’t want it, you can just return it to me.”
“Of course I want it.”
Uehara flushed, turned away, and left.
Nagato, with a stretched-out hand, watched Uehara’s figure disappear like a lonely old man, “Wait, you haven’t learned Gentoshin no Jutsu (Astral Projection Jutsu) yet…”
“Gentoshin no Jutsu?”
Uehara turned around.
“Forget it. You don’t need to contact the other members of the Akatsuki.”
Nagato waved his hand at Uehara, “If you only need to contact Konan and me, you don’t need to use Gentoshin no Jutsu. Go perform some missions to drive out those who invade the Land of Rain!”
The affairs in Amegakure were a waste of time.
What they had to do now was hunt down Hanzo’s cronies and stop the news of his death from spreading. They also had to expel and assassinate enemy ninjas active in the Land of Rain.
But Uehara had a different mission.
More importantly, Kisame winked at him yesterday, telling him to meet in private. He had vital information to pass to him.
After leaving Amegakure, Uehara used his skill, Destiny, to teleport to Kisame, who happened to be waiting for his arrival.
“What happened?”
Uehara frowned.
If it wasn’t crucial information, he would hammer Kisame to death.
Kisame spoke unambiguously and solemnly, “Itachi-san is going to meet Uchiha Obito privately. Does Uehara-sama want to ambush Uchiha Obito? We can secretly follow Itachi-san. He’ll lead us to Uchiha Obito.
“You’ve started calling him Itachi…”
Uehara didn’t really want to ambush Obito. He would not move without absolute certainty.
Of course, this information wasn’t unimportant.
He could use it to make trouble for Obito.
“Okay, I see.”
Uehara waved his hand, and when he was about to leave, he suddenly added, “When the two of us meet, could you respect me a little bit more, but you still have to treat others equally, okay?”
“Huh? Shouldn’t talk to you like an intern?”
There was considerable doubt in the small eyes of Kisame. His expression made Uehara unable to distinguish his true thoughts.
Uehara, “…”
If it hadn’t been for the rapid movement of Itachi’s icon on the destiny skill panel in his head, Uehara would have taught Kisame a lesson…
“Right, I’m leaving now.”
Uehara gave Kisame some advice, “You are a spy, so learn to protect yourself.”
“Okay.”
Kisame nodded and then asked, “Wait, Uehara-sama, I invented a beautiful set of hand seal gestures…”
“If I can’t learn it, then I won’t learn it. If I keep practicing hand seals, I’ll get cramps.”
Uehara shook his head quickly, and his whole body slowly dived into the earth, promptly following Itachi’s trajectory.
No matter how fast Itachi moved, it couldn’t compare to Mayfly’s speed.
In a small forest, Uehara succeeded in rushing in front of Itachi. After a moment, he lowered his head and pondered for a while, and turned into a masked Konoha Anbu.
This time, Uehara was going to give Obito another gift.
Itachi’s perception was very keen. The moment he first stepped into the woods, he noticed birds flying out of the woods.
A Kunai instantly appeared in his palm.
Just as the Konoha Anbu found Itachi’s trail, crows suddenly appeared in front of him, forming a vague shape of Itachi.
“Uchiha Itachi!”
“Are you one of Konoha’s Anbu?”
Itachi’s eyes flashed a red as his body turned solid. The kunai in his hand stopped on his neck, “Did Konoha send you after me?”
“No!”
The Konoha Anbu shook his head quickly and clarified his identity, “Konoha has encountered a very urgent situation. Sandaime-sama hopes that you can collect information on Uchiha Obito!”
“…”
Itachi’s heart shuddered.
Not many people knew that he was one of Konoha’s spies.
The only person who knew that he was still working for Konoha was the Third Hokage Sarutobi, right? That old man thought he still believed in the Will of Fire…
More importantly, Uchiha Sasuke was still in Konoha!
Even if the Konoha Anbu claimed to be one of Konoha’s Anbu sent by the Sarutobi Hiruzen, Itachi would still test him with genjutsu first.
He needed to find his true identity!
What if he was from Shimura Danzo?
Uehara, still disguised as one of Konoha’s Anbu, suddenly felt a little anxious. Was he too sloppy this time?
The moment he received Itachi’s attack, he would definitely show his actual appearance. At that point, he could only find a way to kill him…
Or, could he threaten him with his brother?
Just as the Sharingan in Itachi’s eyes began to spin, the Anbu suddenly lowered his head and said, “Please don’t use genjutsu on me. My brain has a special curse seal that can’t withstand any genjutsu attacks.
Before I die, please allow me to give you some important information. “
“…”
The Sharingan in Itachi’s eye sockets slowly stopped. His voice was a little muffled, “Senpai, why do you sound like a dying man?”