Chapter 233 : Yun Muyan: Broken defense, brothers
Meanwhile, under the control of the main body, Jin also entered the Daimyo's mansion and found the nail that had been planted there early.
Click.
The sound of shoe soles hitting the floor echoed in the room.
Yun Muyan suddenly sat up from the darkness, and after seeing the figure in the center of the room with the help of the moonlight, he sneered and slowly lay back on the bed.
"You haven't come to see me for so long, I thought you were dead."
He raised his eyebrows, a playful expression particularly evident in his Sharingan: "Or did the busy man forget about a small fry like me?"
"Oh, how could I? I've always been thinking of Ayan, you know~"
Seeing Yun Muyan full of grievances, Jin not only showed no guilt but instead sat down on the soft, expensive mattress with great familiarity, patting the comfortable fabric.
"Look at the place I found for you, everything from food and clothing to housing and transportation, which isn't better than fighting and killing outside? Doesn't this show I care about you~?"
"Hmph, only a ghost would believe you."
Yun Muyan grumpily made some room and then asked, "You just arranged for me to infiltrate the Twelve Guardian Ninja without any explanation back then. You still haven't said what you're actually going to do?"
"Of course, it's to turn the Land of Fire upside down."
Jin's shoulders shook, and the laughter from behind his mask was deep and magnetic, carrying a certain genuine pleasure.
"If the waters aren't stirred up, how can 'Eternal Day' achieve its ideals?"
"Eternal Day?" Yun Muyan squinted at him, "You finally decided on the organization's name?"
Naraku almost broke character at those words.
-- Hiss... I didn't realize this guy had such a talent forMake complaints before.
-- Won't he poison himself when he licks his lips?
-- No, no, if this continues, the big BOSS's prestige will be ruined by him.
"What are you talking about? 'Eternal Day' is the name we inherited, it's almost a thousand years old, you know."
"And a thousand-year-old organization only has the two of us?"
Naraku, far away in Konoha, secretly clenched his fists, thinking, I can't kill him, I can't kill him. This is a teammate I spent effort recruiting, and there's no one to replace him if I kill him... Hold it in!
Jin pointed to himself with his right hand, then pointed to Yun Muyan, tilting his head as if trying to act cute: "Well, at that time, there were indeed only two 'people' among us."
Hearing the difference in emphasis, Yun Muyan hadn't had time to speak when he saw Jin beckon to the corner of the room.
A pale, strangely shaped humanoid creature emerged from the ground and even opened its mouth to greet him: "Hello~"
"What is this thing?"
Yun Muyan jumped off the bed and walked over to the White Zetsu, pinching the roots growing on its body. After realizing they were indeed wood, he became even more confused.
"Our intelligence officer, White Zetsu Zero~"
Jin raised both hands and quickly shook them, mimicking the action of scattering flowers. The White Zetsu cooperated perfectly, puffing out its chest and lifting its head proudly, squinting its beady yellow eyes.
root white zetsu: I'm Zero! Do other White Zetsu get this kind of treatment? No! So I'm the most special one in Jin's heart!
"Of course, we also have One, Two... If you have anything, just let them contact me~"
"So..."
Yun Muyan turned to look at Jin, smiling brightly, but if you looked closely, you could see a vein throbbing on his forehead and his fists clenched tightly.
"You could have sent me a message at any time these past two years, right?"
"Then I have a question I want to ask..."
"What exactly is it that kept my dear leader from giving me even a single word of instruction for two and a half whole years?"
Naraku froze.
-- Oh, ho.
-- A blind spot has been discovered.
His mind raced, and he immediately thought of a way to get revenge for the arrow earlier.
"..."
Following that, Jin's flower-scattering motion paused strangely, his face tilted half a degree to the left, his tone ethereal and affected: "W-well~"
-- This guy definitely forgot about me!
-- Absolutely!!
Yun Muyan's mouth twitched, and an unknown fire surged within him.
But what angered him even more was that he was gritting his teeth in hatred, yet he still had to be careful to keep his voice down so that others wouldn't discover this unreliable fellow.
"You just avoided my gaze, didn't you! If you hadn't forgotten, why would you be so guilty?!"
"Hehe~"
"What the * * are you 'hehe'-ing about?!"
...After explaining Yun Muyan's next tasks, Jin quickly left the Daimyo's mansion with the root white zetsu, lest he be continuously stared at with resentful eyes, which was quite pathetic.
-- Oh, it's just been over two years since we last contacted.
-- It's not a big deal... is it?
Naraku clicked his tongue nervously, controlling "Jin" to return to Konoha.
Just then, Orochimaru also withdrew from the Lightning-Fire border to rest and was currently drinking tea with Uchiha Fugaku, who had returned to the Village yesterday.
A White Zetsu hid in the shadows of a corner, acting as a bug, while another White Zetsu in the Konoha Forbidden Forest acted as a loudspeaker, allowing Jin to clearly hear the content of their conversation...
"Are you two sure?"
Orochimaru still maintained a calm and composed demeanor, speaking without haste.
Forced by Hiruzen Sarutobi to withdraw from a highly advantageous battlefield, he seemed to bear no resentment, even having the leisure to help others treat bloodline limit sickness.
But Fugaku knew that when a person is treated unfairly, it's impossible not to feel some grievance and resentment; it's just that some silently swallow their bitterness, while others are unwilling to endure it.
In the past, the Uchiha Clan was unable to bear it, eventually leading to conflict with the Village's higher-ups.
And now, how long could Orochimaru endure?
However, Fugaku had never actively brought up the matter in front of Orochimaru.
Since the other party didn't want to talk about it, he wouldn't bring it up and invite trouble.
Hearing the question, Fugaku lowered his head and respectfully replied, "Yes, Lord Orochimaru, we entrust ourselves to you."
He always treated this benefactor of his adopted son and renowned Ninja World powerhouse with utmost respect during their conversations.
Moreover, Orochimaru had turned the tide on the front lines, achieving a war advantage, and in turn, the Uchiha Clan under his command also made a strong impression. It could be said that he had done his utmost, and there was no reason for him to be disrespectful.
"Since you both agree, then let's start the experiment tomorrow. However, there's one thing I need to explain beforehand."
Orochimaru picked up his teacup, gazing at the swirling tea inside, seemingly lost in thought.
"Even if you are willing to bear all the consequences, the experiment carries a very high risk of failure, and the final result might not be what you desire."
"Whatever the outcome, we are willing to accept it," Fugaku said with a slightly bitter smile, sighing, "Things can't get any worse than they are now."
Orochimaru seemed pleased with his resolve, put down his cup, and said, "Send the person and the eyes to my laboratory tonight."
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