Naruto：Immortality and the Eight Inner Gates[Double agent]

In the end, the sly and cunning foxes, Rinjin and Tobirama Senju, failed to come to an agreement.

Although they maintained a facade of politeness, deep down, Tobirama wished he could string Rinjin up and give him a good thrashing.

Seething with frustration, Tobirama slowly stood up, waved dismissively at Rinjin, and prepared to return to Konoha.

He had made up his mind. Since Rinjin had already grown into a force too big to control, Tobirama couldn't afford to sit idly by.

Countering Amegakure wouldn't be difficult; all he had to do was publicly distance Konoha from Amegakure, sharing this thorn in his side with others.

At that point, Amegakure's currently advantageous commercial position would become its death sentence.

Both the Land of Wind and the Land of Earth had long coveted Amegakure's central trading hub.

The only reasons they hadn't openly targeted the village were:

First, Rinjin's extraordinary strength was indeed intimidating.

Second, Amegakure had always aligned itself with Konoha, enjoying the protection of its metaphorical shade.

If Tobirama were still in charge, he wouldn't hesitate to sever ties when necessary.

But the problem lay in the fact that Sarutobi, the "Monkey," while excellent at managing education and the economy, was far too indecisive when it came to international matters.

With this thought, Tobirama steeled his resolve.

Once he returned to Konoha, he would give Sarutobi and Danzo a good beating before presenting them with his intelligence and recommendations.

No matter what, the village's interests must come first!

As Tobirama's eyes grew brighter and more determined, Rinjin, who had been quietly observing, slowly clasped his hands together under his sleeves.

At that moment, two voices simultaneously echoed in their minds.

Flying Thunder God Technique!

Edo Tensei: Release!

Before Tobirama could teleport away, he felt his chakra suddenly go haywire. His gaze instinctively fell on his hand, which was slowly disintegrating into dust.

"You bastard, Rinjin!" he bellowed.

"Heh~" Rinjin chuckled, waving at the gradually disintegrating Tobirama.

"Second Grandpa, don't worry. I'll take good care of Konoha for you."

Hearing this, Tobirama was so enraged that he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

If there's a next time, the first thing I'll do when I return is beat you to a pulp!

Before long, Tobirama disappeared with a dark expression.

With a cheerful grin, Rinjin picked up a nearby broom and began sweeping the ground.

"Second Grandpa's ashes, huh? I should scatter them into the sea~"

In Kirigakure, reconstruction efforts were progressing rapidly under the support of unknown funds.

Within a week, the central battlefield had been cleared into a flat expanse.

The Third Mizukage, who had played the role of a bystander throughout the entire conflict, stood at the edge of the cleared area, squinting his eyes and frowning deeply.

Even after all this time, he was still furious—extremely furious.

Not only had those bastards fought a massive battle in Kirigakure, but some despicable individual had also taken the entire research team, along with their families, experimental equipment, and data, all in one fell swoop.

Worst of all, these intruders hadn't even bothered to include him in their plans!

What was this if not blatant disrespect?

The thought burned like a red-hot iron stabbing into the Third Mizukage's heart.

Just as he was about to explode from anger, an ANBU operative wearing a rat mask appeared behind him, kneeling on one knee to report:

"Lord Mizukage, we've found the body of Kisame Hoshigaki in the ruins.

Additionally… we found Inagumaru unconscious near the village gates."

"Unconscious?" the Mizukage growled, his voice low and cold.

Hearing this, the ANBU operative lowered his head even further.

"Yes… unconscious. He doesn't appear malnourished, so it seems someone has been feeding him regularly."

"Are you sure it's really him?"

"We've confirmed it."

"And the interrogation results?"

"Uh…" The ANBU hesitated.

The Mizukage abruptly turned around, glaring fiercely at the operative.

The ANBU shuddered, stammering as he replied:

"N-no findings… nothing at all.

Inagumaru only remembers being knocked out and then waking up.

He remained unconscious the entire time in between."

Upon hearing this, the Mizukage clenched his molars tightly, spitting out each word with venomous precision:

"And what about Kisame Hoshigaki's body? Any discoveries?"

"Uh… Lord Mizukage, the body is mostly skeletal remains. We can only determine that he's been dead for quite some time."

The Mizukage's brow furrowed deeply as he let out a long sigh.

"Dead for a long time… dead for a long time!

Does that mean he's been dead for three years?"

Damn it! How deeply had this hidden rat infiltrated the village?

Kisame Hoshigaki was one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, an ANBU operative, and even the head of the intelligence division!

How much sensitive information had the village lost?

What made it even worse was that the Mizukage had only recently recovered from the genjutsu of the Rinnegan. His memories were fragmented, like shattered glass that refused to piece together.

With this thought, the Mizukage clenched his fists tightly. His squinted eyes snapped open, revealing one Sharingan with three tomoe and one Byakugan.

"Investigate! Investigate everyone connected to Kisame Hoshigaki.

Also, lock up Inagumaru for further questioning!

And thoroughly examine his interpersonal connections."

As the Mizukage's mind conjured up an image of Meika, his brow furrowed, and he added:

"Oh, and bring Meika in for interrogation as well!"

It was no surprise. During the battle, when the impostor disguised as Inagumaru had been decapitated, everyone else had remained calm.

Only Meika had rushed forward to destroy the body, clearly up to something suspicious!

Soon, a sweeping investigation engulfed all of Kirigakure.

Outside the temporary ANBU tent constructed from tarps, a tall woman with a slightly rounded belly stood anxiously, her gaze fixed on the dark entrance of the tent.

Her husband, Meika, was undergoing interrogation.

This was already the second day.

A two-day interrogation was a treatment reserved only for those who had frequent contact with Kisame Hoshigaki.

Once upon a time, her husband had also endured such treatment.

As the woman's anxiety reached its peak, Meika emerged from the tent, his face pale and shadowed by dark circles under his eyes.

There were no ANBU operatives following behind him.

Seeing this, the pregnant woman's heart leaped with joy. However, her pupils subtly shifted, and she quickly concealed her happiness with a worried expression.

It was only natural—being initially happy to see her husband safe, then worrying as a naive wife imagining the worst. It was perfectly reasonable.

Once Meika approached, the woman threw her arms around his shoulders, her doe-like eyes glistening as they locked onto his haggard face.

"Dear, are you alright?"

Hearing her concern, Meika's cracked and dry lips curved into a faint smile. He shook his head gently, speaking softly to reassure her:

"Don't worry. I had nothing to do with it.

I told them everything, and the ANBU finished their investigation. It's over now. Let's go home."

Hearing this, the woman nodded, obediently wrapping her arms around his shoulders as they headed home.

~~~~❃❃~~~~~~~~❃❃~~~~

Discover 10 Amazing Fanfics on My Patreon!Unlock 400+ Advance Chapters and Dive into the Story Early! 👉 [patreon.com/DarkGolds]