Naruto, your uncle is going to be Hokage!

In addition, there is the recent development of hybrid rice and agricultural production cooperatives.

A large number of grain merchants flocked to the Land of Fire.

Konoha now holds almost complete control over the discourse power of most grain merchants in the ninja world.

This combination of punches...

Payne is probably about to cry from anger!

Just thinking about that aloof leader with the eyes of a sage, who repeatedly suffered setbacks at the hands of Namikaze Mirai.

Orochimaru felt a sense of disbelief.

Namikaze Mirai seems to be a natural counter to Pain.

"Orochimaru, don't forget, our goal is the Rinnegan."

Namikaze Mirai remained remarkably calm.

He always remembered his goal.

He wants to revive Minato and Kushina.

The Rinnegan, on the other hand, controls the ability to reincarnate and die.

After hearing what Mirai Namikaze said, Orochimaru suddenly felt a little sympathy for Pain.

If he knew that the reason Namikaze Mirai was targeting him was because he possessed the Sage's Eyes.

They'd probably be so frustrated they'd vomit blood!

The Sage's Eyes, which countless people in the ninja world coveted, became the source of disaster for him.

In fact, Pain was indeed extremely frustrated after seeing Mirai Namikaze's statement.

He tried to reissue the statement.

But no matter what they did, they could not succeed.

The television program showed Namikaze calling on the ninja world to jointly resist Pain, the rice thief.

Television signals are nothing more than electromagnetic waves in a special frequency band.

Under the influence of Namikaze Mirai's electromagnetic force, Pain had absolutely no chance of being modified.

Nagato didn't know the underlying principles, but he knew that it was probably impossible for him to shake off the title of rice thief.

After a long silence, he finally made up his mind to reconvene the meeting.

……

It's still that same cave.

The atmosphere this time was even more awkward than the last time.

The Akatsuki members standing on the finger of the Gedo Mazo looked at each other, but none of them spoke first.

The leader's statement had no effect whatsoever.

It was also covered by Bofeng's future statement.

Nowadays, television stations broadcast Namikaze Mirai's statements almost 24 hours a day.

Calling on the ninja world to resist Pain.

"Xiao, we need to recruit new people."

After a long silence, Pain finally spoke.

Recruiting new people?

Kakuzu and the others looked puzzled.

Why would the leader recruit new people at this time?

"The Akatsuki organization is currently facing an unfavorable situation. To break through this situation, it needs to expand its strength."

Pain's unquestionable voice spread.

The organization's strength urgently needs to be expanded.

Only with sufficient strength can we reverse the current predicament.

"These are the ninjas I have selected who are qualified to join the organization. Your task is to recruit these ninjas into the organization."

The moment Pain's voice fell, Konan, carrying a stack of documents, flapped her paper wings and flew towards the Akatsuki members on the fingertips of the Gedo Mazo.

He distributed the documents in his arms.

Kakuzu looked at the document in his hand.

The document detailed the identity information and abilities of the ninjas he was recruiting.

At the very top is a photo.

Kakuzu frowned.

Judging from the photo, he's a very young and inexperienced kid.

How can someone like that join an organization?

However, since the leader had already spoken, he couldn't very well refute him.

After Konan finished distributing the documents, she flew back to Pain's side.

"If there are no problems, let's get started!"

……

The meeting just ended.

Obito's body appeared on a large tree through a twisting vortex, and next to him, a pitcher plant, a White Zetsu, slowly emerged from the tree trunk.

“Obito, Nagato has been acting strange lately.”

A dark, eerie voice echoed from within.

"He's probably still resentful about losing to Namikaze Mirai!"

Obito's crimson eyes, visible beneath his swirling mask, held a deep and unfathomable gaze.

Nagato always considered himself a god and believed that he was the only one who could save the ninja world, and his eyes were the best proof of that.

But the appearance of Miki Namikaze gradually shattered his self-image.

Nagato couldn't accept it right away.

Also normal.

Thinking of Namikaze Mirai, a deep sense of solemnity appeared in Obito's eyes.

He has faced off against Mirai Namikaze.

Her prized ability to become ethereal was completely ineffective against Mirai Namikaze.

It was breached by a large-scale attack that lasted for thirty minutes.

If it weren't for having prepared extra Sharingan with three tomoe.

He was about to use the Kaleidoscope to employ Izanagi.

His fear of Namikaze's future reached its peak.

Others may not know his identity, but he himself knows it very well. As Minato's disciple, he was the one who orchestrated the Nine-Tails Night that led to the deaths of Minato and his wife.

If Namikaze knew his true identity in the future...

The thought of being targeted by such a terrifying man was unbearable.

Obito felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on his chest, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Namikaze Mirai is like the Sword of Damocles hovering over his head, ready to fall at any moment!

"Obito, are you alright? Why do you suddenly look like that?"

Bai Jue looked at him with a surprised expression.

"It's alright, let's go!"

Obito exhaled, dispelling the heavy feeling that had been building up in his heart.

The ninjas they were recruiting were from the Land of Water, and they had been secretly observing these candidates for a long time.

If we can bring that person into our camp, our chances of winning against Namikaze in the future will be much greater.

……

Just as Obito began to take action.

Meanwhile, Kakuzu and the others also set off for the Land of Hot Springs to embark on a journey to recruit new members.

After traveling for some time, they finally arrived at the Land of Hot Springs.

This country, known for its forgetting of war, is a rather remote and small nation with limited access to information.

Pain searched the air for a while before finally finding his target.

Hidan was whistling as he strolled leisurely down the road, his hands behind his head, carrying a crimson scythe that was still bigger than his body.