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A Rainy Winter Day.

Winter rain mixed with bone-chilling cold fell steadily from the gloomy sky. 

As always, Kisame stood alone in the rain, the massive Samehada sword slung across his back. 

"Heh heh, you're here," he said suddenly, turning to face the dark doorway of a nearby building. Two shadows appeared within the murky entrance. 

"Come in, Kisame." 

The two figures spoke briefly before retreating back into the shadows inside. 

"Understood." 

Kisame grinned, turning toward the door and stepping inside. 

Inside the Hideout 

The sound of flames crackling broke the silence as torches along the stone walls ignited, illuminating the dark room. 

"Madara-sama, Zetsu-sama," Kisame greeted casually, leaning Samehada against the central table before slumping into a chair, dripping wet. 

"You called for me?" 

Cold mist radiated from his soaked body as he wiped his face with his hand, water dripping from his sleeves and the hem of his cloak. 

"Tch." 

"Obito," cloaked in the identity of "Madara," walked past him, red chakra flaring around him like flames. 

"Hey, hey, careful!" Kisame complained, shaking his drenched sleeves. "You're roasting my back, Madara-sama!" 

"Then dry yourself off." 

Obito withdrew the chakra, taking a seat across from Kisame. His single visible Sharingan glared at Kisame through the hole in his mask. 

"Fine, fine. You're always so demanding," Kisame grumbled, though he quickly raised his right hand. The water coating his body coalesced into a small sphere in his palm. 

The sphere grew larger as his hair and clothes dried rapidly. 

With a splash, Kisame casually tossed the water sphere behind him, baring his shark-like teeth in a wide grin. 

"Alright, now we can get down to business." 

"Pain has assigned me the task of capturing the Eight-Tails," Obito said, his raspy voice cutting through the room. 

"I need your help, Kisame." 

"Me?" Kisame chuckled. "For someone like you, catching the Eight-Tails shouldn't be a problem, should it? Don't you already have a partner?" 

Obito sneered. "Pain doesn't trust me completely. He's suspicious of my identity. As for the partner you mentioned—Terai? That fool is useless against the Eight-Tails." 

"Well, if the leader hasn't ordered me, is it really okay?" Kisame gripped Samehada's handle, his tone half-teasing. "Although, I admit Samehada does love the taste of tailed beast chakra." 

"Don't worry; I've already spoken to Pain." 

Obito stood and approached Kisame, looking down at him. 

"Besides, for this mission, *you're* the main force." 

"Since you've put it that way, there's no problem," Kisame said with a bloodthirsty grin, gripping Samehada tighter. "When do we leave?" 

"No rush," Obito replied, sitting casually on the table. "Zetsu will help us locate the Eight-Tails first." 

"Heh, from what I've heard, the Eight-Tails' jinchūriki isn't exactly the quiet type," White Zetsu chimed in, his voice echoing from the Venus flytrap-like structure surrounding his head. "I've already sent out clones to track him down." 

"The Eight-Tails won't be too challenging for you," Black Zetsu added, his deeper voice resonating. "Leave the Nine-Tails to Pain." 

"Are we planning to target Konoha?" Kisame asked, grinning as he glanced at Obito. "Didn't you and Itachi have a deal about that?" 

Obito let out a cold laugh. "Itachi? That man is as good as dead now. Any agreements we had died with him." 

"Heh, let's see what the leader can accomplish then," Kisame said, his grin widening. "Hopefully, he doesn't screw up. After all, Konoha has two Hokage now." 

"The Fourth Hokage is certainly a troublesome opponent," Black Zetsu remarked casually. 

"Oh, found him!" White Zetsu suddenly exclaimed. "The Eight-Tails' jinchūriki, Killer Bee, is near the Thundercloud Gorge in the Land of Lightning, hosting a solo concert!" 

"Let's go, then." 

Obito leapt down from the table, activating his Mangekyō Sharingan. 

"Are there any other Cloud ninja nearby?" 

"Nope," White Zetsu answered cheerfully. "There's barely even an audience." 

"Perfect." 

Obito's Sharingan spun as a space-time vortex began to form. 

"Let's move," he said to Kisame. 

The two disappeared into the swirling portal. 

"Should we go watch?" White Zetsu asked. 

"No," Black Zetsu replied firmly. "We need to head to Konoha to confirm the Nine-Tails' location." 

"Fine," White Zetsu grumbled, sounding disappointed. 

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Thundercloud Gorge, Land of Lightning. 

A makeshift stage stood amidst the rugged landscape. Its garish backdrop and oversized speakers clashed with the stark scenery. 

Upbeat music blared from the speakers as Killer Bee, wearing sunglasses, danced and rapped enthusiastically on stage. 

"Yo, yo! Fool, ya fool! I'm Killer Bee, the rap king of Hidden Cloud! You've come to see my glorious—" 

The sparse "audience," consisting of a handful of civilians, stared back with blank, indifferent expressions. 

"Mom, this guy's singing is terrible," a young boy whispered loudly from the edge of the crowd. "When will it end?" 

"Shh!" 

His mother crouched down and clamped a hand over his mouth, glaring at him. 

"Don't say that out loud! He's a ninja!" she hissed into his ear. "His men said we have to stay until it's over to get paid!" 

"Okay, Mom," the boy mumbled from behind her hand. 

"Good boy." She ruffled his hair. "Once we get the money, I'll buy you a treat." 

"Thanks, Mom!" 

The boy beamed, resolving to endure the bizarre performance for the promise of something delicious. 

On stage, Killer Bee suddenly paused mid-rap, pulling out a small notebook. 

"What's he doing now?" 

"Is it over?" 

"Finally!" 

The "audience" whispered among themselves. 

Oblivious, Killer Bee scribbled furiously in his notebook before snapping it shut. 

"Yo, yo, just got a new idea, had to jot it down, now back to my flow! Thanks for listening, ya fool, ya fool!" 

The crowd's expressions instantly returned to their previous deadpan stares. 

Emerging from Obito's space-time vortex, Kisame found himself greeted by this surreal sight. 

"Hey, hey, hey!" 

He glanced between Killer Bee on stage and the apathetic audience, his face a mix of confusion and disbelief. 

"Before today, I thought nothing could surprise me anymore…"