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A Rainy Winter Day.
Winter rain mixed with bone-chilling cold fell steadily from the gloomy sky.
As always, Kisa stood alone in the rain, the massive Sahada sword slung across his back.
"Heh heh, you’re here," he said suddenly, turning to face the dark doorway of a nearby building. Two shadows appeared within the murky entrance.
"Co in, Kisa."
The two figures spoke briefly before retreating back into the shadows inside.
"Understood."
Kisa grinned, turning toward the door and stepping inside.
Inside the Hideout
The sound of flas crackling broke the silence as torches along the stone walls ignited, illuminating the dark room.
"Madara-sama, Zetsu-sama," Kisa greeted casually, leaning Sahada against the central table before slumping into a chair, dripping wet.
"You called for ?"
Cold mist radiated from his soaked body as he wiped his face with his hand, water dripping from his sleeves and the hem of his cloak.
"Tch."
"Obito," cloaked in the identity of "Madara," walked past him, red chakra flaring around him like flas.
"Hey, hey, careful!" Kisa complained, shaking his drenched sleeves. "You’re roasting my back, Madara-sama!"
"Then dry yourself off."
Obito withdrew the chakra, taking a seat across from Kisa. His single visible Sharingan glared at Kisa through the hole in his mask.
"Fine, fine. You’re always so demanding," Kisa grumbled, though he quickly raised his right hand. The water coating his body coalesced into a small sphere in his palm.
The sphere grew larger as his hair and clothes dried rapidly.
With a splash, Kisa casually tossed the water sphere behind him, baring his shark-like teeth in a wide grin.
"Alright, now we can get down to business."
"Pain has assigned the task of capturing the Eight-Tails," Obito said, his raspy voice cutting through the room.
"I need your help, Kisa."
"?" Kisa chuckled. "For soone like you, catching the Eight-Tails shouldn’t be a problem, should it? Don’t you already have a partner?"
Obito sneered. "Pain doesn’t trust completely. He’s suspicious of my identity. As for the partner you ntioned—Terai? That fool is useless against the Eight-Tails."
"Well, if the leader hasn’t ordered , is it really okay?" Kisa gripped Sahada’s handle, his tone half-teasing. "Although, I admit Sahada does love the taste of tailed beast chakra."
"Don’t worry; I’ve already spoken to Pain."
Obito stood and approached Kisa, looking down at him.
"Besides, for this mission, *you’re* the main force."
"Since you’ve put it that way, there’s no problem," Kisa said with a bloodthirsty grin, gripping Sahada tighter. "When do we leave?"
"No rush," Obito replied, sitting casually on the table. "Zetsu will help us locate the Eight-Tails first."
"Heh, from what I’ve heard, the Eight-Tails’ jinchūriki isn’t exactly the quiet type," White Zetsu chid in, his voice echoing from the Venus flytrap-like structure surrounding his head. "I’ve already sent out clones to track him down."
"The Eight-Tails won’t be too challenging for you," Black Zetsu added, his deeper voice resonating. "Leave the Nine-Tails to Pain."
"Are we planning to target Konoha?" Kisa asked, grinning as he glanced at Obito. "Didn’t you and Itachi have a deal about that?"
Obito let out a cold laugh. "Itachi? That man is as good as dead now. Any agreents we had died with him."
"Heh, let’s see what the leader can accomplish then," Kisa said, his grin widening. "Hopefully, he doesn’t screw up. After all, Konoha has two Hokage now."
"The Fourth Hokage is certainly a troubleso opponent," Black Zetsu remarked casually.
"Oh, found him!" White Zetsu suddenly exclaid. "The Eight-Tails’ jinchūriki, Killer Bee, is near the Thundercloud Gorge in the Land of Lightning, hosting a solo concert!"
"Let’s go, then."
Obito leapt down from the table, activating his Mangekyō Sharingan.
"Are there any other Cloud ninja nearby?"
"Nope," White Zetsu answered cheerfully. "There’s barely even an audience."
"Perfect."
Obito’s Sharingan spun as a space-ti vortex began to form.
"Let’s move," he said to Kisa.
The two disappeared into the swirling portal.
"Should we go watch?" White Zetsu asked.
"No," Black Zetsu replied firmly. "We need to head to Konoha to confirm the Nine-Tails’ location."
"Fine," White Zetsu grumbled, sounding disappointed.
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Thundercloud Gorge, Land of Lightning.
A makeshift stage stood amidst the rugged landscape. Its garish backdrop and oversized speakers clashed with the stark scenery.
Upbeat music blared from the speakers as Killer Bee, wearing sunglasses, danced and rapped enthusiastically on stage.
"Yo, yo! Fool, ya fool! I’m Killer Bee, the rap king of Hidden Cloud! You’ve co to see my glorious—"
The sparse "audience," consisting of a handful of civilians, stared back with blank, indifferent expressions.
"Mom, this guy’s singing is terrible," a young boy whispered loudly from the edge of the crowd. "When will it end?"
"Shh!"
His mother crouched down and clamped a hand over his mouth, glaring at him.
"Don’t say that out loud! He’s a ninja!" she hissed into his ear. "His n said we have to stay until it’s over to get paid!"
"Okay, Mom," the boy mumbled from behind her hand.
"Good boy." She ruffled his hair. "Once we get the money, I’ll buy you a treat."
"Thanks, Mom!"
The boy bead, resolving to endure the bizarre performance for the promise of sothing delicious.
On stage, Killer Bee suddenly paused mid-rap, pulling out a small notebook.
"What’s he doing now?"
"Is it over?"
"Finally!"
The "audience" whispered among themselves.
Oblivious, Killer Bee scribbled furiously in his notebook before snapping it shut.
"Yo, yo, just got a new idea, had to jot it down, now back to my flow! Thanks for listening, ya fool, ya fool!"
The crowd’s expressions instantly returned to their previous deadpan stares.
Erging from Obito’s space-ti vortex, Kisa found himself greeted by this surreal sight.
"Hey, hey, hey!"
He glanced between Killer Bee on stage and the apathetic audience, his face a mix of confusion and disbelief.
"Before today, I thought nothing could surprise anymore..."
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