Chapter 71: Mihawk vs. Akatsuki
"Why! Why is Sasuke wanted as a rogue ninja?"
"What's going on pervy sage!"
Naruto grabbed Jiraiya's sleeve, incessantly asking.
Jiraiya sighed, "He went with Orochimaru."
Orochimaru?
Wasn't he killed by Ryujiro?
Upon learning that Orochimaru had been resurrected, Naruto was even more shocked.
resurrected!
How is that possible!
Is there a Jutsu that can bring someone back to life?
"Damn it! Why did Sasuke leave!"
Naruto clenched his fists in frustration.
Even though the plot had been drastically altered because of Ryujiro, the bond between Naruto and Sasuke, two good friends, remained unchanged.
Naruto wanted to know where Orochimaru was and wanted to bring Sasuke back.
But....
Even Jiraiya didn't know where Orochimaru was, let alone how Orochimaru was resurrected.
Initially, he and Tsunade had personally witnessed Ryujiro killing Orochimaru. What Orochimaru had been researching in the years since leaving Konoha was a mystery.
Orochimaru was no longer a human.
But why did Jiraiya always feel like something was missing? When he was smashed away by Tsunade and saw Orochimaru killed by Ryujiro as he crawled out of the rubble.
What happened during that time? Jiraiya and Tsunade had no idea.
He hoped his worries were unfounded.
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Land of Rivers
Gaara, draped in a brown cloak, arrived in the Land of Rivers.
He finally experienced how liberating it felt to be free from constraints.
In the eyes of the village elders, he, as a Jinchuriki, was nothing more than a weapon of war for the great nations.
As for being Kazekage, he had no interest. Even powerful leaders like his father, the fourth Kazekage, ultimately died by someone else's hand.
Freedom!
It's truly wonderful!
In a small town near the Land of Rivers, Gaara stopped at a dango shop.
Smelling the fragrant aroma, Gaara couldn't help but lick his lips.
After walking so far, he was too tired. It's better to rest here.
After entering the shop, Gaara ordered two servings of dangos and sat down at his table.
But as he glanced around the shop, his gaze suddenly stopped.
That feeling!
Gaara's eyes contracted, staring at the middle-aged man with extraordinary demeanor, carrying a huge black sword on his back, the blade adorned with exquisite patterns.
Those eyes!
Yes, those eyes were just like the guy from Konoha, those eyes.
Both used swords, both possessed that sharp edge.
Could this man be related to that guy from Konoha?
Mihawk, who was drinking, seemed to sense Gaara's gaze, and their eyes met for a moment.
Gaara's heart trembled, and he turned his head away.
That feeling!
He was sure.
He had felt this from Ryujiro before, and this man was the second person to give him such a feeling.
"Shukaku, you saw that, right?"
Shukaku, residing within Gaara, could share his vision and naturally saw Mihawk.
"Yeah, I saw."
"That man is very powerful, not inferior to the brat from Konoha."
Even Shukaku's tone became more serious.
When did the Shinobi world produce so many terrifying figures? If this man could produce slashes like Ryujiro, then he would be too terrifying.
Did this man teach that brat from Konoha?
"Ding-ling—"
The wind chime at the door rang, and two men dressed in Akatsuki robes walked in.
"Gaara of the Sand, you've made it easy for us to find you."
Deidara's face showed a sinister smile, while the shorter figure beside him, Sasori now inside his puppet Hiruko, emanated a gloomy gaze.
The atmosphere in the dango shop seemed to instantly chill.
Even the shopkeeper sensed that something was wrong and ran out in fear without even making dangos.
"Who are you people?"
Sand spilled out from Gaara's gourd behind him.
"Akatsuki."
Gaara frowned.
What's Akatsuki?
"Sasori, leave the Jinchuriki to me."
"I'll use my art to defeat the Jinchuriki."
Sasori glanced deeply at Deidara, "I don't like waiting."
"Don't worry Sasori, it'll be over soon."
Even the Akatsuki hadn't anticipated that a Jinchuriki would defect from the village.
If he had been inside the village, it might have been tricky, but outside, they could deal with him without any worries.
"Now!"
"It's time to show my art."
Deidara's face revealed an artistic smile.
At that moment, Mihawk, who was drinking, glanced at Deidara and Sasori's position.
This was the Akatsuki that Ryujiro had mentioned?
Mihawk had already witnessed Jutsus in the Shinobi world that were beyond his comprehension, using chakra to wield different attributes of ninjutsu, much like Devil Fruits in his world.
The only difference was that chakra was a form of energy inherent to the human body.
Gaara of the Sand.
"Hey, Deidara, looks like there are other powerful players here."
Sasori felt a sense of dread from Mihawk.
Other powerful players?
That man?
Indeed.
He didn't seem ordinary, but this operation wasn't just him alone.
With him and Sasori here, even a Kage would fall.
They had the confidence that they could make the Jinchuriki fall here.
Their target was the One-Tailed Jinchuriki. As long as that man didn't intervene, Sasori and Deidara wouldn't act against Mihawk.
Unfortunately.
Not long ago, Ryujiro had conveyed a message to Mihawk, instructing him to add Gaara into the Gotei 13 as soon as he saw him.
Akatsuki's goal was to capture the Tailed Beasts, and Mihawk couldn't just stand by.
As Mihawk stood up, Sasori and Deidara instinctively narrowed their eyes.
The aura emanating from this man was also too sharp.
Just like a sword.
"Deidara, capturing the One-Tailed Jinchuriki won't be easy."
Sasori felt the pressure from Mihawk and said deeply.
"What do you want?"
Deidara asked Mihawk in a low voice.
"Akatsuki, this boy is joining our organization."
"So, leave him alone, otherwise the consequences won't be too good for you."
Organization?
Both Sasori and Deidara frowned.
There were organizations other than the Akatsuki collecting Tailed Beast Jinchuriki?
How was that possible!
"Tch!"
"Deidara, I'll leave the Jinchuriki to you and I'll deal with this man."
With that, the battle was about to begin!
Boom Boom!
Sasori opened his mouth and shot out countless poisoned needles. These needles were all coated with deadly toxins. If even a little touched, death would follow shortly.
"Ding ding ding—"
Mihawk effortlessly deflected the poisoned needles with his black sword.
This was just starting, and the real battle was about to begin.
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