People are in Hokage, start with an old tree on the grave of Jinglingting

The ferocious dragon shrank back into the clouds and smoggy body, the sinking continent floated back to the clouds, and the black-clothed gods of death collectively put their knives back into their sheaths, and their movements were uniform and chilling.

The sound of Sen Lie retracting the knife into its sheath was like thunder, the thick clouds and haze closed up again, and the tear in the sky slowly healed.

Everything seems like a mirror image!

It seemed that nothing had happened, leaving only the empty sky covered with burning clouds, and the stage built by Kusanagi Village on the ground collapsed into ruins.

Supporting each other one by one, the members of the Akatsuki organization walked out like walking dead, looking at [Penn] with complicated and conflicted expressions.

Admiration and speechlessness intertwine,

Gratitude mixed with numbness,

That is a weird emotion that even the eyes of reincarnation can't understand!

but,

Anyway,

Akatsuki's first collective group building failed. It took the future of all mankind to exchange for their short lives. This matter must be kept secret from the whole world!

of course,

It's not the chief [Penn]'s fault,

All sins should be attributed to... Kakuzu!

Kakuzu felt a chill all over his body, and the glances coming from all directions were malicious, like Senhan's scalpel trying to dissect him, even the eyes of [A Fei], who was supporting each other, actually looked at him. There is also a terrifying malice hidden inside.

"..." Kakuzu's face turned as black as charcoal.

Kakuzu suddenly realized that after this team building, the 'resourceful' personal image he had worked so hard to build within the Akatsuki organization had completely collapsed. Even Hidan, the mentally retarded man, dared to look at him with contempt and disgust. It’s up to you.

For others, this is the end of their lives, but for Kakuto, his hard days may have just begun!

"I feel that the top priority now is not to investigate the fault, but to go back and hide, hold a meeting as soon as possible to discuss it again, and have a comprehensive and detailed correct understanding of the Gotei [-]th Division." Kakuzu broke through this unsettling situation alone. There was an awkward silence, and he suggested.

"You're right!" Everyone else was silent, and [A Fei] bit the bullet and agreed.

The atmosphere was a bit dull, different from the arrogance and arrogance when they came, the red clouds on the black background were soaked with blood and dust, and the ninja celestial group left grass ninja village in an extremely embarrassing manner.

The underground space in the distance.

Heishimu broke free from the sunken wall, and the 6 Sharingan eyes spun around, staring at Nagato in the wheelchair with gloomy eyes.

"Human, you don't even know what you promised!" Black Death Mou said grimly.

Dross fell from the broken hole above the head, the haze in the sky gradually dissipated, and a ray of dim light loomed from behind the burning clouds.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Nagato raised his sunken eye sockets and said indifferently, "A few corpses crawled out of the historical relics, do you really think that this is still the era you used to be?"

"You don't know the true face of [Aizen Soyousuke] at all!" Heishimou grabbed the handle of the knife, and glanced at the dissipated dark clouds unwillingly, with a ferocious voice as if he wanted to choose someone to devour, "One day, You will regret your choice today, but at that time, you will not even have the chance to repent!"

"Hmph!" Nagato licked his dry lips, and sneered, "I never regret it, but you, I am very curious, will ghosts really not be killed?"

"You lowly, short-lived species always lack the awe you deserve, but in the end, you will know how to fear!" Hei Simou took a step back and hid himself in the dark shadows, "It is hateful that you disrupted the ghost dance Tsuji Wumi Your lord's plan, and you actually don't even know what you agreed to mean!"

"Ten years, cherish it well, this world will eventually turn into a dead end, and it may not even take 10 years at all!"

The voice came faintly into Nagato's ears, and Heishi Mou left from the dark shadow,

"Stupid human beings also want to become gods, get ready to die!"

Nagato stared at Heishi Mou indifferently, with strong murderous intent flashing in his eyes, he was not in a hurry, the 10-year period was long enough for Nagato, so long that he could slowly put all his plans to rest. Carry out step by step.

Until then,

Humanity,

ghost,

even the canopy,

He can do it all...

......

A week later.

It was still the continuous rain, it was still the gloomy cave, the smell of alcohol ointment filled the air, and members of the Akatsuki organization covered in bandages stood on the stone pier.

Except for Xiaonan and Ganshi Guixia who were not injured, but their faces were still pale and panicked, and they woke up from nightmares every night, the rest of the members were wrapped up one by one like mummies, and the atmosphere was extremely depressed and depressed.

Obviously,

No matter from the body or the soul, they have not recovered from the shock and blow that day, and a disease called ptsd has been collectively infected by them.

"...I think those division captains!" Kakuzu's voice was hoarse. He was not used to being called [god], which would awaken the horrific memories of being dominated. The division captains sounded much softer in comparison. "It seems that they don't really want to kill us!"

Although they were ravaged miserably that day, dominated by absolute violence, and wandered between life and death for a while, in the end, none of them died, which is very strange.

"Yes, the squad leader is playing with us. If they were willing..." Kisame Mikigaki and Konan looked at each other. Regarding this, they saw it most clearly and had the most say. "We would have been dead long ago. Save, even the dregs will not be left after death.”

"Yes!" [A Fei] and Kakudu both had lingering fears. They really didn't want to recall the speed of life and death that happened in that tunnel. The squinting captain was simply not a human being.

Uchiha Itachi remained silent, he had been thinking for the past few days, how to convey this shocking information back to Konoha.

Hisoka was playing with a poker card, and with a slight movement of his body, the wound was hooked and the pain made him grin his teeth, but his eyes were still bright and clear, and he said: "In this way, we should thank those captains for their mercy!"

Well,

Hisoka is probably the immune body of ptsd, and he was not dominated by any fear at all. On the contrary, he really liked the cherry blossom rain that day.

The red sand scorpion was hiding in Fei Liuhu's body, looking at the top of the cave with a blank head. Didara was in a similar state, in a trance abnormally, as if he had been severely hit.

Those who engage in art are already delicate and rich in emotion, but they are severely ravaged by Nie Yu with the power of science. They don't mind losing to God. What they can't accept is that art has lost to science?

Could it be that

Is the path of art narrowed?

[Penn] glanced around quite speechlessly, and finally had to admit that the most reliable think tank here has to be Hei Jue.

"Heijue, let's summarize and analyze!" [Penn] called out his name.

All the members were shaken, refreshed in an instant, and stared at Heijue intently.

Hei Jue's smile was as bright as a flower, and he knew that the organization could not do without him. One mistake and failure could not shake his position in the organization. He said solemnly: "Then let me talk about it. I have done all the information that day. Based on the summary analysis, the following conclusions are drawn...."

"..." The members of the Akatsuki organization collectively swallowed, and an ominous chill filled their hearts.

......