Konoha: Prepare to defect, the system is coming.

In the Land of Rain, in a dark room.

It was already completely dark, but the owner of the room had no intention of turning on the lights.

As the rain outside got heavier, the number of pedestrians on the street was decreasing at a visible speed. Suddenly, a warm light came on in the dark house opposite. Two figures, a man and a woman, were reflected in the window, and they began to cook dinner.

at this time.

The clock on the wall suddenly made a ticking sound, instantly bringing the room owner's wandering thoughts back to reality.

He sniffed the aroma of rice in the air, silently took out a piece of dry food from his waist, and started biting into it.

Click! !

Click! !

Soon, a teeth-grinding chewing sound was heard in the dark house.

“It’s so dark!!”

Hearing the strange sound suddenly ringing in his ears, the owner of the house paused, subconsciously reached for the kunai at his waist, and looked up and stared at the direction where the sound came from.

But when he saw the man who suddenly appeared, he quietly withdrew his hand, continued to eat his biscuits, and said calmly, "Mr. Jue, what are you doing here suddenly?"

Snapped! !

Black Zetsu pressed the switch, and the originally dark room instantly revealed its true appearance.

It first glanced at Kisame who was sitting on the sofa eating biscuits, then looked at the simple room, and finally threw the scroll in its hand over and said in a hoarse voice.

"The leader asked me to hand over the welfare of the Akatsuki organization to you."

Kisame was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously took the scroll thrown by the other party.

This organization was the strangest one among all the evil organizations he had ever seen.

Although he has the idea of ​​"provoking war and destroying the current order", he is overly concerned about ordinary people and often takes out real money to help the citizens of the Rain Country.

As for the members of the organization, the leader's attitude is somewhat indifferent, but he does not restrict the freedom of the members too much. Basically, except for carrying out tasks, they are free to do whatever they want, and there are also a series of invisible benefits.

For example.

This scroll.

"What's in it?" Kisame stared at the scroll for a while and asked the question in his mind.

The half-black and half-white pitcher plant leaned against the wall and explained, "Food! To be more precise, it is food that has been prepared and sealed in advance! Except for Kakuzu who thinks it smells too strong and unpalatable, every other member has it.

After all, everyone's identity is not public, and they seldom go out to eat, let alone cook by themselves.

Later, the leader saw that there was still enough money on the books, so he went to buy some food. While providing aid to the local residents, it also served as food for us during our free time on the mission."

Having said that, Black Zetsu narrowed his eyes slightly and his body sank into the ground.

It was Xiaonan who was responsible for purchasing food, and the quantity purchased was very large.

As for the purpose of the purchase, Hei Zetsu could roughly guess that it was just to find a formal reason to consume the funds prepared for the plan and to delay the plan for a while.

but.

Xiaonan underestimated its huge financial reserves and the cost of purchasing food. Oh, there is almost no cost to purchase food, it is half sold and half given away.

When the pitcher plant completely disappeared, Kisame's eyes fell on the scroll in front of him again.

"What a strange organization." It observed the seal scroll, then pressed its hands on it, thinking in a strange way, "They even care about the members' meals."

boom! !

next second.

A puff of white smoke rose up, and the air was suddenly filled with the smell of food.

Kisame shrugged his nose and frowned, "Why does the food smell a bit stinky? Is the seal not effective? Did someone embezzle the organization's procurement funds? Or is the food just that smelly?"

But this taste seems to have a sour taste of bamboo shoots.”

Thinking of the stinky foods in the ninja world, Kisame grinned, revealing a row of sharp teeth.

Because of his training, he does not reject any food and is happy as long as he has something to eat.

As for whether the food was cold or hot, or whether it was spoiled, it was not within his consideration at all.

"It would be nice if the food purchased by the organization had a little sweetness." Kisame looked at the food on the scroll and grinned, "The life of a ninja is too bitter. Hmm? What the hell is this??"

Seeing the two kinds of food appearing in front of him, Kisame was stunned for a moment, then rubbed his eyes in disbelief and looked at the two kinds of food, one big and one small, again.

The large food packaging is very exquisite. Not only is there an attractive pattern printed on the surface, but it also has a paper texture when you pinch it. Just by looking at it, it gives people a feeling of being valuable.

"Uchiha Honey Mustard Fried Chicken??"

After whispering the name printed on the package, Kisame blinked and said blankly, "Is it the Uchiha I'm thinking of? Do their clan also sell fried chicken?"

Then he quickly looked at the food next to the fried chicken.

Although this packaging is not as exquisite as the previous one, it also reveals a sense of luxury and is somewhat similar to a large instant noodle bowl.

"Uchiha Snail Noodles?" After reading the name on the package again, he couldn't help but look up at the ceiling and said to himself, "It shouldn't be the Uchiha I think of, right?"

Soon, the room was filled with the sound of slurping vermicelli, mixed with the sound of chewing chicken bones.

As Kisame ate his food, he stared at the three words "Uchiha" printed on the package and thought to himself, "Speaking of Uchiha, the intelligence I provided to the village this time also mentioned Uchiha people.

I don't know how the intelligence is going to work, but it shouldn't be too bad, right?"

Thinking of the information sent back to the Hidden Mist Village a few days ago, Kisame grinned slightly.

He is now very much looking forward to what explosive news will come out after the Five Kage Summit.

As a senior ANBU, he was well aware that the several major ninja villages, each with their own ulterior motives, would not put aside decades of accumulated grudges and actively unite and act together just because of the loss of the tailed beasts.

They must be given some explosive news to create a basis for unity, otherwise the chances of the Hidden Mist Village facing the Akatsuki organization alone and taking back the tailed beasts are too slim, and the losses will be very heavy.

Moreover, the truth about the "spiked intelligence" cannot be told to the Hidden Mist Village, lest some high-ranking officials sell the "spiked" intelligence for personal gain.

For example.

His boss who is obsessed with money is the Xiguashan Pufferfish Ghost.

"I really don't know what the meaning of being a ninja is." Kisame picked up the chicken leg and bit it off with the meat and bones, and said with emotion, "But this honey mustard flavor is quite sweet."

at the same time.

Rain Country, sewer.

As a country where it rains all year round, the drainage system in the Rain Country is extremely developed.

In order to avoid flooding in the village due to prolonged rainfall, the sewer space here is much wider than that in ordinary places.

Da da da! !

Suddenly, dull footsteps were heard in the empty and quiet sewer.

“Ah, ah!”

"Jue, how is the matter I asked you to do going?"

"Idiot, do you think I can do that?"

"Ah? Didn't you promise me?"

"I'll leave it to Orochimaru."

As the words fell, a half-black and half-white pitcher plant and an ordinary-looking middle-aged man suddenly appeared at the corner of the sewer.

Black Zetsu took a quick look at the terrain.

Then he walked to a pipe, reached out and knocked on the wall a few times, and pushed hard.

Click, click, click! !

The sound of mechanical gears turning came from behind the wall. The wall, which was originally tightly fitted, suddenly trembled twice and slowly retreated to the back, revealing a pitch-black hole.

Uzumaki Jue clung to the wall and took a look inside. Then his pupils shrank slightly and he quickly retreated to the side of Hei Jue. He said hesitantly, "Jue, you know, I may have a disease that prevents me from going into the dark."

Snapped!

Black Zetsu slapped his forehead, and his big hand slowly slid down his cheek to his chin.

It turned around and stared at Uzumaki Zetsu who was hiding behind it. Its hoarse voice revealed deep helplessness, "Uchiha Asuka has examined you and said that you don't have any disease. It's just that you have died too many times and have developed a fear of darkness."

Hearing this, Uzumaki Jue blinked and still hesitated.

“Isn’t dark phobia a disease?”

Black Zetsu nodded affirmatively and said.

“Not really!!”

Xuanwo Jue took a deep breath and asked without giving up.

"Ah? Why?"

“Because you are not human!!” Black Zetsu grabbed its arm and violently pulled Uzumaki Zetsu into the dark passage, gritting his teeth and saying, “With your ugly appearance, no matter what you encounter in the dark, they will run away when they see you.”

"What if you encounter a ghost? Just thinking about the terrifying scene gives me goosebumps."

"Idiot, why don't you think about what it would feel like if a head suddenly popped up from the ground and asked you if you wanted to poop when you were taking a shit at night? Is there anything more terrifying than this?"

"Ah, what you said makes a lot of sense, I think I am the ghost"

"Idiot, is your head full of poop? Or poop-shaped pills?"

In the dark passage, the voice of someone cursing kept echoing.

Xuanwo Jue was dragged forward by someone. He didn't know how far he had walked, nor did he remember how many corners he had turned.

When light finally appeared in front of its eyes, it dared to open its tightly closed eyes and curiously observed this mysterious laboratory hidden deep in the sewer.

The walls here are all painted milky white, the ground is paved with marble, and dozens of incandescent lamps are hung from the ceiling, illuminating the place like daytime, without a single dark corner.

In this bright and spacious laboratory, several large beds are arranged in an orderly manner, and on each bed lies its brother.

White Zetsu!!

A man wearing a white coat, with long black hair hanging down to his waist, exuding a sinister aura, was standing by the bed, holding a sharp scalpel and ruthlessly dismembering his brother.

Black Zetsu stepped closer and glanced at the dismembered White Zetsu. There was no trace of pity in his eyes. Instead, he was concerned about the progress of the experiment.

"Orochimaru, how is the research on Impure World Reincarnation going?" Black Zetsu's deep voice slowly echoed in the silent laboratory.

Upon hearing this, Orochimaru gently put the scalpel in his hand back to its original place, and his eyes like snake pupils immediately fell on Black Zetsu.

Then, he turned around and picked up a thick scroll. He asked in a hoarse voice with some curiosity, "Jue Jun, can you tell me the source of this Impure World Reincarnation (Improved Version)?"

"Is there a problem with the experimental data?" Black Zetsu frowned and asked back.

"Do not!!"

Orochimaru shook his head slightly, his eyes gleaming with excitement, and continued, "On the contrary, the authenticity of this data far exceeds my imagination."

Black Zetsu's frown gradually relaxed and he breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, Orochimaru changed the subject and said, "But."

Black Zetsu's heart, which had just been relieved, was hanging in the air again. He stared at Orochimaru and asked.

"but what?"

Orochimaru immediately unfolded the scroll that contained the experimental data and pointed at the words on it. Then he took out a new scroll from the side, pointed at the words on it, and asked curiously.

"Jue Jun, can you tell the difference?"

Black Zetsu carefully observed the two scrolls and frowned.

“I don’t understand this.”

"Look at the handwriting!" Orochimaru pointed at the words above and reminded.

After staring at the two scrolls for a while, Hei Zetsu frowned even deeper and asked in confusion, "These two scrolls have the same handwriting. What's so good about them?"

"Haha~"

Seeing Black Zetsu's expression that didn't seem fake, Orochimaru chuckled, then put away the two scrolls and explained, "These two scrolls do have the same handwriting, but one of them is the experimental data I made not long ago, and the other is the experimental data brought by Zetsu-kun."

"In other words"

Orochimaru picked up the scalpel again and gently cut White Zetsu's chest. "These two pieces of experimental data with the same handwriting were made by me personally, but I have no memory related to them."

Black Zetsu is naturally not a fool, and he understood the meaning of these words instantly.

This scroll was given to Uzumaki Jue by Asuka, and finally given to it by Uzumaki Jue.

"Could it be that Uchiha Asuka stole the scroll from Orochimaru, but unexpectedly ran into the real owner halfway, and the two sides had a fierce battle, which ended with Orochimaru losing his memory?

Then, Uchiha Asuka gave the scroll to Uzumaki Zetsu because he himself could not understand it. In the end, the scroll returned to Orochimaru in an incredible way? ? "

Thinking of this, it secretly observed Orochimaru who was conducting the experiment seriously, and its eyes suddenly became a little complicated.

Was this guy so miserable before? Was he beaten and lost his memory?

at this time.

Orochimaru was concentrating on dismembering White Zetsu. His eyes revealed an endless desire for science, and nothing around him could attract his attention at all.

The only thing in his world at this moment is the research in his hands and the corpse in front of him.

What is certain is that this scroll was indeed written by him.

Although the origin is questionable, what does it matter?

Ample experimental funds, perfect experimental supplies, a spacious and safe experimental site, and a pair of "immortal eyes" that can peek at any time.

This is exactly the laboratory of Orochimaru's dreams.

Ever since he obtained the experimental data of Impure World Reincarnation (improved version), his inner excitement and desire have become stronger and stronger, and Orochimaru can't wait to show these results to his teacher.

"Imperial World Reincarnation (Improved Version)"

These words echoed in his mind, and Orochimaru's hands that were dismembering White Zetsu involuntarily stopped, and he chuckled in his heart, "The unknown "I" who wrote this experimental data has deduced the data to such a level, and has not given up the research on Impure World Reincarnation.

After all, in a sense, the body of the Impure World Reincarnation can indeed help me realize my dream of eternal life."

"Life is meaningless and fragile"

"Ha~~"

"Sarutobi-sensei"

"I'm really looking forward to your look when you see the results of the experiment."