In the Land of Water,
deep within a secluded forest, stood a small wooden cabin.
Inside lay a burly man, bare-chested, his body wrapped in bandages,
his large round face reminiscent of a shark’s, stretched out on a bed.
At his side lay a large knife, securely wrapped in white cloth.
This location was quite a distance from the Mist Village—
with that person around, the Mist Village’s ninjas would find it nearly impossible to locate him.
The man was Kisame Hoshigaki,
once a Jonin of the Mist Village, now a defector.
His assassination attempt on the Daimyo of the Land of Water had indeed left him with some injuries.
While it wasn’t anything serious,
it did slightly hinder his movements.
Ah, the Mist Village...
A trace of melancholy glimmered in Kisame’s shark-like eyes.
A place once filled with hope had now turned out to be so false.
A false village where sacrificing comrades for missions was regarded as routine.
Even the Mizukage had become but a puppet under that man’s control.
What an irony...
If it hadn’t been for that man,
he might have never learned the stark truth about the Mist Village.
Just then, a gust of wind blew through the cabin.
Kisame’s eyes sharpened, instinctively grabbing for Samehada, chakra surging as he became vigilant!
Someone was approaching.
However, quickly, that tension left his gaze, and he raised an eyebrow,
silently placing Samehada back down.
"You’re quite late..."
Kisame’s tone held a playful flavor, like teasing an old friend he hadn’t seen in ages.
"I was beginning to think you’d abandoned me."
As soon as the words left his mouth,
a figure passed through the door.
It was his new superior, Uchiha Obito.
Well, his superior had always been this man,
but now he had transitioned from a dearly respected Mizukage to being an Uchiha, something Kisame had yet to adjust to.
"Not many can see through this world’s hypocrisy; you are one of the few,"
Obito observed, glancing at Kisame’s wrapped body.
"Get ready; your rescuer will be here shortly."
Kisame’s expression shifted.
"What? Aren’t you here to pick me up?"
The question came out with a strange tone, "Do we really have to make this so mysterious?"
"This is merely a self-conceited piece on the board, making a self-indulgent decision,"
Obito shook his head, somewhat dismissively.
"Remember, you and I are not acquainted, nor do we have any relation."
"With your abilities, it shouldn’t be difficult to gain a place within Akatsuki."
A flicker of understanding passed through Kisame’s eyes.
He nodded, then reclined back onto his bed, propping his hands behind his head, adopting a nonchalant posture.
"Sounds easy enough.
From the Mist to Akatsuki.
I hear it’s a peace-seeking organization.
That’s interesting."
"Your task is to monitor a man named Itachi Uchiha.
"He shares a similar past with you yet harbors doubts regarding the world’s hypocrisy."
"Remember not to expose our relationship."
Obito instructed before his form slowly faded from the room once more.
The pieces of the chess game were moving into place.
Though some appeared to diverge slightly from their intended course,
it didn’t matter...
Before the world is mended, a few flaws are insignificant.
"Itachi Uchiha, huh?"
Once Obito departed,
Kisame sank back into deep thought.
But... it didn’t matter much.
Before the world is mended, a few flaws are insignificant.
"Itachi Uchiha, huh?"
Once Obito departed,
Kisame found his mind drifting again.
Now, standing before Qingchuan on that grand ship, swaying in the sea breeze,
was that affable and kind-hearted Gato?
What a delightful coincidence.
A genuine smile returned to Qingchuan’s face,
and he slowly raised his hand to greet him warmly.
Before long,
the large ship came to a stop.
A plump, rotund middle-aged man wobbled down the gangway.
He approached the girl and began to examine her from head to toe, and Gato’s eyes immediately lit up with interest!
Likewise,
Qingchuan scrutinized Gato from head to toe,
with his eyes glimmering with excitement!
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