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TSSITWON Chapter 197: Three People and the Masked Man
🕑 Added 2025-02-16 11:58:34 +0000 UTCSuddenly, the atmosphere inside the cave changed. Konan and Nagato tensed up immediately, their bodies alert within seconds. Nagato shifted slightly, ensuring he was in a ready fighting position, while Konan reflexively reached for the paper stored behind her cloak.
A shadow of someone appeared at the cave entrance, a small figure in an oversized black cloak that covered the person's body. The heavy rain soaked the fabric, and each step left a trail of water on the cave floor. The person's face was hidden behind a dark red demon mask with sharp, frightening carvings.
"Oh dear... it's really pouring..." a childish voice came from behind the mask. "Hmm... wow! I didn't expect to find anyone here! Sorry, sorry! I just wanted to take shelter for a bit. As soon as the rain eases up, I'll be on my way."
Konan and Nagato did not lower their guard. Their eyes remained focused on the stranger, carefully observing the movements of the masked demon man.
However, Yahiko let out a small laugh. The tension around him seemed to dissipate.
"Hahaha, no problem. Feel free to take shelter here," Yahiko said casually.
"Yahiko!" Konan and Nagato scolded him in unison, their expressions filled with disbelief.
"It's fine. It's just a little kid," Yahiko replied calmly.
"Yahiko, even a little kid could be a trained ninja," Nagato whispered, his voice full of warning.
"I know," Yahiko answered, his gaze still fixed on the masked figure.
The figure paused for a moment, then chuckled softly. The masked demon man walked in lightly, observing the three in front of him in a strange manner—as if he were assessing them one by one.
"Well... it seems I'm not very welcome here..." the masked demon man said playfully. "But... wow! Who would have thought I would meet the leaders of Akatsuki in person?"
As those words slipped from the masked man's mouth, the atmosphere in the cave changed drastically.
Konan and Nagato immediately prepared to attack, their hands moving slightly, ready to unleash their techniques at any moment. The campfire between them flickered in the wind, casting trembling shadows on each of their faces.
Meanwhile, Yahiko stared at the masked man with a serious expression.
"You know who we are?" Yahiko asked, his voice lower than before.
The masked man nodded, then casually sat near the campfire, showing no fear whatsoever.
"Hahaha... who doesn't know about a bunch of fools trying to start a revolution in Amegakure?" the masked demon man said mockingly.
Those words immediately heightened the tension. Nagato clenched his fists, Konan glared sharply, and Yahiko remained silent, waiting for the continuation of the mysterious man's speech.
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Under the dark, cloudy sky, the drizzling rain soaked the muddy ground in the hilly area. The flickering light of the campfire struggled against the cold wind that carried the scent of wet earth and iron—the distinct smell of long-dried blood.
Three young people sat around the campfire, trying to warm their soaked bodies. Yahiko, with his messy orange hair, stared at his conversation partner with a determined expression.
Next to Yahiko, Konan sat with her arms wrapped around her knees, her beautiful face reflecting deep thoughts. Meanwhile, Nagato, with his dark and mysterious eyes, remained silent, but his gaze was sharp, watching every movement of the masked demon man sitting across from them.
"A bunch of fools..." The voice came out with a dismissive tone, heavy and full of mockery.
