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

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With the arrival of the Third Raikage, A, the poor little cat didn't even have time to meow twice before it was tied up like a pretzel.

Watching this unfold, Rinjin let out a long sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground.

It was over.

A month of meticulous preparation and planning had finally reached its conclusion.

Thinking about everything he'd been through, Rinjin gritted his teeth and silently snapped his own left arm.

Gathering intelligence, choosing the target, scouting locations, amassing shadow clones, rigorously practicing the Flying Raijin Jutsu, calculating the timing, provoking the tailed beast—every single step had been critical. One mistake would have meant total failure.

And now, with Kumogakure on high alert, they would undoubtedly conduct a thorough investigation of their own ninjas.

When that time came, Rinjin would have no choice but to activate Plan B.

Plan B? That was using the combined power of two tailed beasts to launch a direct assault.

Such a method would inevitably lead to massive civilian casualties. And for someone like Rinjin, who still had a shred of conscience left, that was a line he didn't want to cross.

The fate of a ninja is to kill or be killed. That's an unchangeable reality.

So when it came to taking down Kumogakure's ninjas, Rinjin had no qualms and showed no mercy.

But most importantly, Rinjin despised operations that were reckless and lacked finesse.

Simply put, elegance! Everything must be done with elegance!

Even if we're gathering at the village gate with cement blocks in hand, we'll make sure our hair is styled before heading out!

Before long, Rinjin, who was lying on the ground playing the role of the victorious underdog, was discovered by a group of grateful Kumogakure ninjas.

Looking at his pale face, his twisted and broken left arm, the blood soaking through his chest, and those eyes gazing at the sky, filled with endless pain...

The rough men surrounding him all had their eyes turn red in unison.

"This kid... Even in such a state, he still fought to protect us?"

"Damn it! Something's in my eye!"

"Hurry! Get our comrade back to the village! No matter what, we must—"

"Shut up! Don't jinx it!" Another ninja shoved the speaker to the ground, scolding him with reddened eyes. "He's going to be fine!"

Before long, a simple stretcher was fashioned, and a few ninjas carefully lifted Rinjin. Their steps were swift but extraordinarily steady as they rushed toward the village.

Sweeping his gaze over the concerned faces around him, Rinjin sighed silently in his heart.

I am, after all, just a despicable, selfish, and helpless person...

Soon, Rinjin was brought to Kumogakure's hospital.

To his surprise, the hospital in Kumogakure occupied a prime location—perched right atop a mountain peak.

Under the watchful eyes of a group of Kumogakure ninjas, Rinjin was stripped bare, revealing his dark skin and, well, his backside.

Then, still under their gaze, he was wrapped up like a mummy by the hospital's beautiful nurses.

Looking at the fair-skinned, lovely nurses with their slightly flushed cheeks and shy, darting eyes, Rinjin suddenly felt wide awake.

What despicable? What helpless? Forget all that—I only care about these beautiful nurses.

Just imagining the nurse gently holding a spoon and saying "Ah~" as she fed him...

Rinjin's expression turned solemn as he thought to himself: This broken arm was so worth it!

Kumogakure, you're the best!

As for Konohagakure? What even is that? Can you eat it? Does it have curvy nurses?

What? No? Only middle-aged women with thick waists? Screw that!

While Rinjin was basking in the care of the nurses with a blissful expression...

In the Raikage's office, the recently returned Third Raikage A plopped down on his newly replaced sofa, spreading his arms in a domineering manner.

"Yamaui, how's that kid named Raimei?"

Recalling his subordinate's report about the boy who, even with a Tailed Beast Bomb pointed at him, still tried to lead the danger away from the village, the usually hard-headed and hot-tempered Third Raikage A felt a twinge of softness in his heart.

It was strange—despite being the toughest and most irascible Raikage, he had a particular fondness for the younger generation of his village.

Yamaui, clutching her sketchpad tightly against her chest, making her "assets" look both flat and round, stood demurely before the Raikage.

"Uncle, Raimei has already been sent to the ninja hospital for treatment. By now, he's probably bandaged up and unconscious.

According to the doctors, his physique is incredibly resilient, likely due to long-term taijutsu training.

Also, the reports from his comrades who participated in the battle have been submitted."

Hearing this, the Raikage exhaled slowly and asked in a deep voice, "Let's hear it."

"Uh..." Yamaui hesitated for a moment, her expression turning serious.

"When they arrived at the scene as ordered, both sensory teams and the monks of the Wind and Thunder Temple had already been wiped out.

At the scene, a large number of black-clad attackers ambushed them. Based on their analysis, the attackers were likely shadow clones of the same individual."

"Shadow clones!" The Third Raikage A's brows furrowed deeply.

"Konohagakure?"

Yamaui shook her head slightly. "It's uncertain. Many people know how to use shadow clones, but Konohagakure is indeed a strong suspect."

"Hmph!"

At this, A snorted coldly, his furrowed brows filled with anger.

"Continue!"

"At the time, there were a significant number of shadow clones at the Wind and Thunder Temple. It's certain that the attacker possesses an enormous amount of chakra.

Most importantly, the attacker seems to have mastered some unknown space-time ninjutsu!

Later, the support team engaged the attacker in battle.

In the end, the attacker's clones suddenly carried out a suicide attack.

Then, the Two-Tails, Matatabi, broke free from its cage, plunging the support team into a bitter struggle.

Oh, right, there's one survivor—a monk named Master Chūkū from the Wind and Thunder Temple—but he claims to know nothing."

"What about the interrogation team? Have them question him!"

"Impossible!" Yamaui shook her head.

"The Daimyō would never allow us to lay a hand on such a highly respected monk! Especially since Master Chūkū is a retainer of the Daimyō."

After Yamaui finished speaking, she stood silently to the side, while the Third Raikage stared out into the distance with a furrowed brow.

He wasn't stupid. On the contrary, no one who could become a village leader was a fool.

This attacker, who never revealed their true form from start to finish, must have some unspeakable secret.

Yesterday's chaos at the Wind and Thunder Temple, today's disturbance involving two tailed beasts...

The mysterious and bizarre space-time ninjutsu, the sudden and unexplained attack, the terrifying mastermind lurking in the shadows...

All of it made A feel as if he were trapped in an invisible yet incredibly tenacious web.

No matter how strong he was, he couldn't break free.

And this feeling—since taking over as the Third Raikage after the Second Raikage—was something he had never experienced before.

He even had the unsettling sense that, in the dark corners, a pair of cold eyes were fixed on his back, sending chills down his spine.

Damn it!

With a loud "boom," the newly purchased steel-reinforced sofa shattered into pieces once again.

Powerless!

So powerless!

He couldn't even guess the attacker's motives!

"What does the intelligence analysis team speculate about the attacker's goals?" the Raikage's rough voice echoed.

"They have some guesses," Yamaui nodded silently before speaking calmly.

"The most likely target is the Two-Tails, Matatabi. From start to finish, the attacker's focus was on the Wind and Thunder Temple.

The second guess is war—to reignite conflict between us and Konohagakure.

The third guess is distraction—to infiltrate our village."

After listening to the analysis, the Raikage stared out the floor-to-ceiling window at the village, his expression grim as he gave his orders:

"Bring the Eight-Tails Jinchūriki into the village! Have him stay in the Raikage Tower!

For the next three months, reduce the number of external missions and switch to patrols around the village perimeter.

Ask the Daimyō for funds, citing the need to rebuild the Wind and Thunder Temple—it's a massive expense!

Conduct a thorough investigation of all outsiders, starting with civilians. Have the Anbu keep a close watch on any outsiders!

As for the Two-Tails... keep it sealed in the Wind and Thunder Temple for now. Begin selecting candidates for a new Jinchūriki!"

Hearing this, Yamaui quickly spoke up.

"Uncle! The Iron Armor Seal is not very effective against the Two-Tails!"

"It doesn't matter! We must keep both the Two-Tails and the Eight-Tails within the village! Otherwise, they'll just be attacked separately!"

At these words, Yamaui fell silent.

This wasn't the best solution, but her uncle, with his strength comparable to the Eight-Tails, could easily suppress the slightly weaker Two-Tails.

Especially with the help of the Wind and Thunder Chains, sealing the Two-Tails wouldn't be difficult for him.

However, it would mean more civilian casualties in the village.

After a long pause, the Third Raikage A suddenly seemed to remember something and said:

"By the way, once Raimei recovers, bring him to see me!"

With that, he sighed helplessly and muttered to himself, "The village needs more fresh blood."

Hearing this, Yamaui nodded silently.