Uchiha's Onmyoji

The winter rain mixed with the biting cold air fell from the hazy sky.

Kisame, as always, stood alone in the rain with a sword on his back.

"Hey, you guys are here."

He suddenly turned around and looked at the two black figures that suddenly appeared in the dim doorway of the building behind him.

"Come in, Kisame."

The two black figures said something and then retreated into the darkness of the room.

"I see."

Kisame grinned and turned towards the door.

puff.

The sound of burning flames sounded, and several torches were lit on the stone walls in the room, lighting up the dark space.

"Mr. Madara, Mr. Zetsu."

Kisame conveniently leaned the sword against the table in the center of the room, and sat down on the chair, regardless of how wet he was.

"You are looking for me?"

Cold water vapor emanated from his body. He stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and water drops dripped from the corners of his clothes.

"Tsk."

"Obito" walked past him, red chakra bursting out around him, burning like fire.

"Hey, hey, hey..." Kisame shook his soaked sleeves, "My back is very hot, Mr. Madara!"

"Then get rid of all the water on you."

"Obito" withdrew his chakra, walked to the opposite side of the table and sat down casually, staring at the soaked Kisame with his red eyes through the only hole in the mask.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, there's really nothing I can do about it. I'm usually so careless."

Kisame complained, but his hands were not slow.

He stretched out the palm of his right hand, and the water droplets on the surface of his body quickly gathered, forming a small water ball in his palm.

The water ball slowly grew larger, and his hair and clothes became dry.

wow.

Kisame threw the water ball in his hand behind him, grinned and showed his fangs: "Okay, now we can get down to business."

"Pen entrusted the task of capturing the Eight-Tails to my hands."

"Obito" a hoarse voice sounded.

"I need your help, Kisame."

"Huh? Me?" Kisame chuckled a few times, "It's not difficult for Mr. Madara to capture the Eight-Tails, right? Besides, doesn't Mr. Madara have his own partner?"

"Obito" sneered: "Penn won't trust me, he has doubts about my identity. As for the partner you mentioned, that guy Terai is completely useless against the Eight-Tails."

"But the leader didn't give me an order. Is this okay, Mr. Madara?" Kisame reached out and touched the sword leaning on the table, "Although my Samehada likes the tailed beast's chakra."

"No problem, I've already explained it to Payne."

Obito stood up and walked over to Kisame, looking down at him.

"Besides, you are the main force in this operation."

"Since Mr. Madara said so, there is no problem. When will we set off?" A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Kisame's face, and he grasped the handle of Samehada's knife tightly.

"Don't worry, Jue will help us find out the whereabouts of the Eight-Tails."

"Obito" sat down on the table.

"Hey, as far as I know, the Eight-Tailed Jinchuuriki is not a peaceful guy." Bai Zetsu's voice came out from the pitcher plant wrapping his head, "I have sent out clones to look for him."

"The Eight-Tails Jinchuuriki is not a big problem for you." Black Zetsu's voice was deeper than White Zetsu's, "Just leave the capture of the Nine-Tails to Pain."

"Do you want to take action against Konoha?" Kisame raised his head and looked at "Obito" with a smile, "I remember that Mr. Madara and Mr. Itachi had an agreement at the beginning."

"Obito" sneered: "That guy Itachi is no different from dead now, so the agreement is void."

"Hehe, it depends on how far the leader can do it. As long as you don't fall into trouble, it will be fine. After all, there are two Hokages in Konoha Village now." Kisame laughed in anticipation.

"The Fourth Hokage is indeed a difficult opponent." Black Zetsu sighed casually.

"Oh, I found it." Bai Zetsu suddenly shouted, "The Eight-Tailed Jinchuuriki, Rabbi, is holding a solo concert tour near Leiyun Gorge in the Land of Thunder, puff."

"Then let's go over there." "Obito" jumped down from the table, "Are there no other Kumo ninjas around that guy?"

"I didn't find it. There aren't even many viewers." Bai Jue gave the answer.

"Just right."

"Obito" pointed the Mangekyō Sharingan at Kisame: "Let's go, I will take you for a ride."

The space vortex spread from his eyes, and he and Kisame quickly disappeared into the vortex.

"Hei Jue, should we go and watch." Bai Jue asked.

"We still need to go to Konoha." Black Zetsu refused, "Looking for traces of the Nine-Tailed Jinchuuriki."

"Okay." Bai Jue was a little uninterested.

……

The Kingdom of Thunder, outside Thundercloud Canyon.

A simple little stage, a fancy background, and two big speakers.

The banner read "Rap King Chirabire's Country Tour" in large characters.

A strong rhythmic accompaniment came from the speakers.

Kirabi, wearing sunglasses, made strange gestures with his hands and danced on the stage.

"Yo, yo! Stupid bastard! I am Qilabi, the rap king of Yunyin Village! Today you came here and discovered how gorgeous I am..."

Around the stage, there were only a few people dressed as civilians watching. Regardless of men, women, old or young, they all had the same indifferent expression on their faces.

"Mom, this uncle's singing is really unpleasant. When will it end?" the little boy standing on the edge of the crowd said with a look of disgust.

"Shh!"

His mother immediately knelt down and covered his mouth, glaring at him sternly.

"Stop talking, that's Ninja-sama!" She scolded softly with her mouth close to the boy's ear, "That Ninja-sama's men have agreed that we must finish reading today before we can get paid!"

"I know, Mom." The little boy's vague voice came from his mother's palm.

"You're so good." Mom touched his head, "When you get the money, Mom will buy you delicious food!"

"thanks Mom!"

The boy smiled happily.

Although this uncle's weird performance is really boring, for the sake of delicious food, I will endure it!

At this time, the music on the stage continued, but Kirabi suddenly stopped.

He suddenly took out a small notebook from his clothes, took out a pen, licked the tip of the pen, and started writing as if no one was watching.

"What?"

"Is it going to end?"

"that is really good!"

The "audience" in the audience whispered.

Kirabi wrote quickly, quickly took back his pen and closed the book in his hand.

After taking the notebook back, he started moving to the rhythm again.

"Yo, yo, I just had an idea and couldn't wait to write down my feelings. Thank you for listening to my rap, you cute idiots..."

The "audience" in the audience immediately regained their indifferent expressions.

Kisame emerged from the space vortex, and what appeared in front of him was such a strange scene.

"Hey Hey hey!"

He looked at Kirabi on the stage, then turned to look at the "audience" with an expression of surprise on his face.

"Before today, I thought I wouldn't be surprised by anything..."

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