Who are you calling a stable boy?!

Zheng Jing waved his hand: "Anyway, who do you think will come to deliver it next?"

After a moment of contemplation, Kakuzu shook his head.

"I'm afraid we'll have to give up here for now."

The organization was designed for an elite group with a small number of members, yet they managed to defeat him, Orochimaru, and Sasori all at once.

Based on his understanding of Payne, in this situation, Payne would either first regroup and stabilize the organization...

Either he will take action himself.

But it's unlikely that Payne will personally intervene.

The shortage of manpower means that the Rain Village needs Pain to be in charge even more.

Without him, Payne would have no choice but to entrust the organization's finances to Konan.

Or rather, Xiao Nan is probably the only one in the organization who can handle the financial work.

Therefore, Xiao Nan definitely wouldn't have the time to make this trip.

After much thought, it seems more likely that I'll just leave it alone.

We can't possibly send that good-for-nothing Juzo over under these circumstances, can we?

What are you doing here? Looking for a mahjong game because you're short one player?

......wrong.

Kakuzu lowered his head, trying to hide the change in his expression that had just occurred.

He suddenly realized that there was indeed someone in the organization who could be sent over.

You could even say that it's at times like these that that guy comes in handy.

— Absolutely.

If the purpose is merely reconnaissance and surveillance, then within Kakuzu Kanran, no one in the entire organization is better at this kind of work than Zetsu.

With three of them lost here and such a big commotion, if Zetsu is free to act, Kakuzu believes Pain has no reason not to send him over to see what's going on.

After Orochimaru and Sasori came to keep him company, he was indeed gloating, so he didn't think much of it since Zheng Jing didn't mention it.

Now, I've thought of it...

Should I say something?

“I have a different opinion, Master Zheng Jing.”

The moment Kakuzu hesitated, Orochimaru, who was driving the carriage, spoke up.

He turned his head to the side and said with a smile, "The organization will most likely send someone over to investigate first, at least to find out whether we are traitors or dead."

Kakuzu stared at Orochimaru.

Orochimaru glared back without flinching, his smile even more delightful.

"Um......"

Scratching his cheek, Zheng Jingyi turned his head and asked, "Old Lan?"

Aizen closed the book, looked up, and nodded with a smile to Zheng Jing.

Come back soon.

-

"Well......"

Squatting on a tree branch, Obito listlessly tossed the kunai in his hand.

"Mr. Jue, there's no need to be so cautious..."

He was waiting to investigate the situation.

More accurately, he absolutely had to wait there.

"It's always better to be careful."

He responded in a deep voice.

He sent three White Zetsu to test the waters, striving to ensure that nothing went wrong.

He ultimately didn't reveal the truth about the courtyard and the players to Obito.

Madara never told Obito about it.

However, it's highly likely that Ban didn't say anything because he felt there was no need to say anything since the matter hadn't come to fruition yet.

He didn't say it because he felt that saying it would only cause more trouble.

Ultimately, he himself didn't really understand the courtyard or the players very well...

After finally getting Madara to be fooled by Obito, if I add my own stuff, who knows what the consequences will be.

Is it really necessary?

Obito drawled out his words, gripped his kunai, and pointed at Zetsu.

"We're just two nobodys; being so cautious will only waste our time. Mr. Jue, we're people destined for great things. Your fear of this and that makes me a little worried about the future..."

Hearing this, Zetsu, who was already somewhat annoyed by Obito's actions, organized his thoughts and spoke again—

"Exactly! How can the ninja world be managed properly with a black-faced kid like that?"

A voice that belonged neither to Obito nor to Zetsu appeared in this conversation.

"But don't worry."

— Zheng Jing, carrying the golden cudgel, appeared behind the two of them without them noticing, and waved to Obito and his special move with a grin.

"What if you don't have a future?"

Chapter 206: Going to another world? I'll take you.

"...I see. To make Kakuzu and the others fail one after another, they must have some extraordinary abilities."

Still with his back to Zheng Jing, Obito turned around, his single eye peeking out from under his mask as he scrutinized Zheng Jing: "However, being too confident isn't a good thing. Just now, you wasted your only chance to win."

"You have already lost, monster slayer Zheng Jing!"

"hiss......"

Zheng Jing gasped.

"You've only learned these fancy words from Uchiha Madara? How much of Uchiha Madara's skill have you actually acquired?"

Upon hearing this, Obito's expression immediately changed beneath his mask.

Black Zetsu's heart skipped a beat.

"What are you talking about? Madara Uchiha?"

Obito tilted his head, as if he was seriously recalling information related to the name.

"What do you think—"

Suddenly, Obito's figure twisted and disappeared.

"—Do I look a lot like him?"

When he reappeared, Obito was already behind Zheng Jing.

With a low voice, he reached out and grabbed Zheng Jing's shoulder.

"Well?!"

Just as Obito was about to touch Zheng Jing and capture this guy who had revealed his major secret into Kamui's alternate dimension for further interrogation, the figure carrying a stick with his back to him suddenly disappeared.

"Behind me!"

Black Zetsu shouted loudly.

Almost at the same time, a stick, accompanied by a sudden gust of wind, pierced through Obito's body!

He lunged forward, flipped over, and quickly escaped Obito's original position, not even having time to wipe the cold sweat that had broken out on half of his body.

"Wow......"

Ignoring Obito, Zheng Jing raised the golden cudgel and shook it, as if savoring the empty feeling he had just experienced.

"Holy crap, I'm speechless, bro."

Obito had no time to ponder the meaning of Zheng Jing's words.

His mind was completely focused on the trick Zheng Jing had just used.

Obito thought to himself, "This is very likely a space-time ninjutsu."

He also knew that Zheng Jing had been to Konoha, and when it came to space-time ninjutsu related to Konoha, Obito immediately thought of the Flying Thunder God Technique.

For him, the earliest and most memorable space-time ninjutsu he encountered was undoubtedly his teacher Minato's Flying Thunder God Technique.

"They used their superb stealth skills to sneak up behind us, pre-placed the Flying Thunder God seal, and then used words to lure me into attacking..."

Taking out a set of shackles from under his robes, Obito fastened the iron rings to his hands and said in a deep voice, "Excellent design, but unfortunately, my opponent is me."

"Perfect timing, I'll use you as Minato Namikaze."

"Ok?"

Zheng Jing blinked and looked at Obito's own hands, which were now shackled.

"What? Are you going to apologize to Master Men with a bundle of thorns on your back?"

Obito didn't say anything, but simply opened his arms, as if to hug Zheng Jing.

Oh dear! I forgot you're not very educated!

Covering his forehead, Zheng Jing shook his head: "What I mean is, if you want to apologize to Master Men, this isn't very sincere. But Master Men is a good person—"

As they were talking, Obito had already made his move.

He actually charged straight at Zheng Jing with a seemingly unprepared stance.

Zheng Jing didn't hold back either. With a flick of his wrist, he sent his golden cudgel stabbing straight at Obito's face.

However, thanks to Kamui and the mechanism of being on different levels, Obito's head successfully evaded the numerical values ​​of Zheng Jing and the Golden Cudgel, and was not immediately punched into pineapple juice.

The moment Obito's intangible body passed through Zheng Jing, as his physical body materialized, the chains rattled and tightened around Zheng Jing.

With the Nine-Tails as his target, Obito knew he would inevitably have to fight Minato.

This was the tactic he devised to capture the elusive yellow flash.

This ninja tool, resembling shackles, is one of Madara's collections. Made of high-quality chakra metal, it not only serves as an excellent medium for releasing lightning and fire ninjutsu, but its toughness is also extraordinary.

If Obito successfully uses these chains to restrain Minato, he is confident that Minato cannot defeat him in a contest of strength now that he has been implanted with Hashirama's cells.

If Minato were to hesitate for even a moment, he could use Kamui to take Minato to another world.

Right now, the target is Zheng Jing, who is suspected of also being able to use the Flying Thunder God Technique. Obito will use Zheng Jing to test whether his proposed battle strategy will work.

"Crash!"

Become!

The moment this thought entered Obito's mind, a tremendous force suddenly surged from the other end of the chains, sending him flying.

In my field of vision, the world seemed to turn upside down.

The excellent dynamic vision provided by the Mangekyou Sharingan allowed him to clearly see Zheng Jing's golden eyes, which held a hint of mockery, in that instant.

Immediately afterwards, like a spinning meteor hammer, Obito's body crashed into the ground, sending up a cloud of rubble and dust.

Immediately, a dark figure fled out from the smoke and dust.

After adjusting his breathing, Obito, with his severed wrists and hands hanging limply, stared intently into the depths of the smoke and dust.

He knew he had made a mistake.

The opponent's strength was beyond his imagination, so much so that he didn't have time to react when he was swung up. In desperation, he could only endure the impact and use his divine power to escape again.

"Pineapple Snowflakes (parentheses) has turned black."

Amidst the smoke and dust, Zheng Jing's voice could be heard.

With his hands resting on the golden cudgel on his shoulders, Zheng Jing smiled as he stepped out of the gradually descending dust.