Akatsuki gathered once again.
This time, the discussion centered on their battle against the Five Great Nations' shinobi alliance.
After the clash in the Land of Lightning, they had come to a harsh realization—fighting the combined forces of the Five Great Nations with just their small organization was impossible.
For years, Akatsuki had operated in the shadows, moving unseen and striking from the dark. Their strength had always made them formidable, allowing them to challenge even the great shinobi villages without fear.
But that was when they remained hidden.
Now, their base had been discovered.
Their members had been exposed.
Their techniques, abilities, and battle strategies were no longer secrets.
The advantage of the unknown was gone.
With their identities out in the open, facing the sheer military power of the Five Great Nations—even Konoha alone—was a daunting task.
Even Nagato, who had once believed himself to be a god reborn, had been shaken.
He had thought himself invincible, capable of crushing an entire nation single-handedly. He believed that Akatsuki could move forward without resistance.
But after the "Little Sun" attack two days ago, his confidence had been shattered.
There was always someone stronger.
There was always something beyond his understanding.
For the second time in his life, he had been forced to acknowledge this truth.
Nagato thought of that girl.
And of Jiraiya.
How much of that girl's power remained unseen?
How many more devastating techniques did Jiraiya have hidden?
He no longer dared to be overconfident.
The belief in his absolute power had been broken, replaced by cold reality.
—
But even with this new perspective, Nagato had no clear plan for countering the Five Nations.
Individually, he, that girl, and Jiraiya could hold their own.
But the rest of Akatsuki? Against an army?
They wouldn't stand a chance.
And their plan was far from complete.
They still needed two-tailed, four-tailed, eight-tailed, and nine-tailed beasts to complete their weapon.
The situation was dire.
Obito and Zetsu knew it too.
There was no avoiding it anymore.
It was time to reveal the final move.
—
Obito made his decision.
It was time to step forward as Madara Uchiha and take command.
It was time to unleash the 100,000 White Zetsu army.
—
The meeting took place in a dimly lit stone chamber.
Nagato sat at the head of the room, his gaze scanning across the group. Deidara, Kakuzu, Hidan, and the others sat around him, listening in silence.
Tension was thick in the air.
Everyone understood the situation.
Even the most rebellious among them had spent years with Akatsuki. This organization was their home.
And even if they didn't care about loyalty, they had no other place to go.
The shinobi world had already branded them as criminals.
They were in this together, for better or worse.
Nagato knew this.
So he wasted no time.
His voice was calm but firm.
"The Five Great Nations have united to destroy us. Our base in Amegakure has been discovered. There's no more hiding. From here on, we fight."
Deidara didn't hesitate. He grinned wildly.
"Hah! The Five Great Nations? The more, the better! My ultimate art needs an audience!"
Hidan crossed his arms, looking indifferent.
"Perfect. Lord Jashin will have plenty of new souls to claim."
Kakuzu, the most practical of them all, simply scoffed.
"With all the top shinobi gathering in one place, I won't have to waste time hunting them down. I'll kill them all at once. The bounties will be enormous."
But then, Hidan spoke up with a smug grin.
"Kakuzu, didn't you already lose to a little girl and run back here empty-handed?"
Kakuzu's expression darkened instantly.
Hidan, completely unbothered, kept talking.
"Those so-called top shinobi, if they meet you, I bet they'll tear you apart."
He smirked and added, "Well, I can't blame you. Unlike me, you only have five lives. I, on the other hand, am truly immortal thanks to Lord Jashin's blessing."
"No matter how many times I die, I'll never stay dead."
Hidan paused for a second, then frowned.
"Wait… That didn't sound right. How can I die multiple times if I can't die at all?"
But before he could think any further, Kakuzu snapped.
With a flick of his wrist, black tendrils shot out and pierced Hidan's neck.
Squelch!
Blood sprayed as Hidan's head flew through the air.
Kakuzu caught it effortlessly, holding it up to face him. His voice was cold and laced with irritation.
"You, of all people, have no right to talk after getting chopped to pieces."
Hidan's head, now separated from his body, glared up at Kakuzu.
"That hurt, you bastard! What the hell was that for?!"
Kakuzu huffed, his anger already fading.
"Just wanted to cool you down."
With that, he casually tossed Hidan's head into a nearby water basin.
SPLASH!
Hidan was instantly submerged, but even underwater, he kept shouting.
"You asshole! Glug glug! Get me out of here! Glug! I swear, when I get out— Glug glug!"
The sound of muffled gurgling filled the room as Hidan's submerged head continued to complain.
Kakuzu, now satisfied with the silence, turned back to Nagato.
"Alright, now that it's quiet, let's continue the meeting."
Kisame chuckled, and the rest of Akatsuki barely reacted. They were used to Hidan and Kakuzu's antics by now. Hidan always ended up on the losing side anyway.
Kisame was one of the most loyal members of Akatsuki, though few knew his true allegiance. He once believed in the ultimate rule of the ninja world: survival above all else.
In the past, he had been a formidable shinobi, a trusted confidant of the previous wielder of Samehada, Fuguki Suikazan. For years, he carried out gruesome missions for the Hidden Mist, including eliminating his own teammates to prevent information leaks.
Even the only person who truly understood him—a fellow kunoichi—wasn't spared. Yet, as she lay dying, she didn't blame him. Instead, she simply said, "You must be tired of this life, huh?"
Kisame had always been alone. No one understood the burden he carried. As he continued executing these grim tasks, he became numb to them. But then, he learned the truth—his trusted superior, Fuguki Suikazan, had betrayed the village by selling secrets to enemy nations.
With nowhere left to turn, Kisame killed him.
That was the moment he lost faith in the world.
It was all a lie. A game where the powerful manipulated the weak.
Then he met Obito and learned that even the Fourth Mizukage had been under someone else's control. That was when he truly saw the hypocrisy of the world.
And that's why he believed in Obito's dream of a new world.
A perfect world, free from deception.
That was the world he wanted to see.
Now, in this meeting, Kisame grinned and looked at Nagato.
"I've always wondered what that new world would look like," he said. "So, Leader, take me there."
Nagato remained expressionless.
"In that case, we declare war on the Five Great Nations."
The room fell silent.
"But…" Nagato continued, closing his eyes for a moment. "We still have a chance."
He opened them again and spoke one more name.
"Madara, come out."
From the shadows behind him, a figure emerged.
He wore a battle-worn cloak, his face hidden behind a mask. A massive war fan—Uchiha's Gunbai—rested on his back.
His eyes, the only thing visible behind the mask, gleamed with the unmistakable pattern of the Sharingan.
A low, confident voice filled the room.
"It's good to finally meet all of you."
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