Chapter 1271: Operation_2

In other words, eliminating the Uchiha Clan would effectively weaken Konoha Village’s power, so Nagato has no reason to refuse.

“As expected, Mr. Nagato doesn’t trust Uchiha Itachi either.”

“Just an obstacle on the road ahead, I will only use him, I am not an inheritor of the Will of Fire.”

Nagato, speaking through Deva Path of Pain, expressed his position.

Perhaps in the past, he once envied Konoha’s Will of Fire, but when Hidden Rain was destroyed, his heart that longed for Konoha was completely dead.

He overturned all the teachings his mentor Jiraiya had given them in the past.

In this way, those who inherit the Will of Fire from Konoha are enemies with differing positions.

Itachi is the inheritor of the Will of Fire. Although Nagato admires his abilities and talents, he will never trust everything he says.

So, by Itachi’s side, White Zetsu conducts surveillance twenty-four hours a day, and even his teammate Kisame is tasked with secretly monitoring Uchiha Itachi.

“Is that so.”

“I was originally planning to handle him personally. Since the Land of Demons wants it, I will leave Uchiha Itachi to you, which also spares me some effort.”

Nagato values every member of the organization, but among the valued members, the spy Itachi is not included.

Itachi also understands this, so both he and Itachi are prepared for a fallout in the future.

Therefore, if the Land of Demons can take over the task of dealing with Uchiha Itachi, it would be for the best.

“In that case, I will take my leave, Mr. Nagato.”

The Wandering Witch saw Nagato nod in agreement through Deva Path of Pain, bowed slightly respectfully, and turned to leave the room.

Deva Path of Pain watched the Wandering Witch’s departing figure with a slight change in expression, as if deep in thought, but no matter what expression was made, the face muscles were somewhat stiff.

“To personally deal with Uchiha Itachi? Is it for revenge against the Uchiha Clan or is there another plan involved?”

This is something Nagato cannot ascertain.

Perhaps it’s both possibilities.

Both for avenging the deceased members of the Uchiha Clan and perhaps involving some other plans.

“Could it be for Itachi’s Mangekyo Sharingan? However… a non-kin Mangekyo Sharingan cannot be merged. Uchiha Ruri advancing the Sharingan to Mangekyo Sharingan is already the limit, it’s impossible to evolve into an Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan.”

No.

Nagato quickly dismissed the previous speculation.

Although the information left by Madara indeed mentioned that a non-kin Mangekyo Sharingan cannot be merged.

But the advanced technology of the Land of Demons might solve such a problem.

If that were the case, things might become a bit tricky.

“It seems that Orochimaru should speed up that research… Madara, I will get closer to the ‘Six Paths’ than you.”

Deva Path of Pain’s gaze was deep, shimmering with light, brewing something unknown in his heart.

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On the vast river’s surface, a steel aircraft carrier is anchored here.

The national flag of the Land of Demons flies on the carrier, fluttering in the wind and rain, becoming an extraordinarily dazzling sight.

On the riverbank, the Land of Demons ninja have set up a camp, complementing the Hidden Rain Camp located several miles away.

Inside the carrier’s surgical room, the Wandering Witch returned from Hidden Rain Village in just half a day, laying Aburame Ryuma’s body on the operating table.

“Looks like we caught a big fish this time.”

Following the Wandering Witch into the operating room was a middle-aged Medical Ninja over forty years old.

He had extraordinary skills, especially in the field of dissecting bodies.

“The body of a Deputy Commander of Root must hold significant secrets. We might even obtain many top-secret intelligence from Root.”

“You’re overthinking it. Even if someone like him dies, he’ll destroy his brain himself, leaving no chance for the enemy to probe Root’s secrets. What we can obtain is merely his secrets as an individual ninja.”

The Wandering Witch calmly glanced at the middle-aged Medical Ninja and said.

“That’s fine too, the Aburame Clan’s Secret Techniques are very valuable for research.”

The middle-aged Medical Ninja wasn’t disappointed upon realizing that Root’s intelligence wouldn’t be acquired.

For a ninja of Aburame Ryuma’s level, what’s important isn’t just the information in their mind but also their ninja techniques. These secrets could contribute to the Land of Demons’ ninja techniques system, helping develop methods specifically against the Aburame Clan.

Speaking, he glanced at the stump where the Wandering Witch’s arm used to be.

“By the way, is your arm okay?”

“No worries, I’ll return to the Land of Demons for limb reattachment surgery. The medical conditions here are still a bit lacking. Remember to preserve my severed arm in a medicinal solution, don’t let it rot.”

“Rest assured, I’ve already placed that severed arm in a culture chamber; it will be sent back to the Land of Demons in due time.”

The middle-aged Medical Ninja replied.

The Wandering Witch nodded in satisfaction, shifting her gaze back to the lifeless form of Aburame Ryuma on the operating table, her eyes flashing with a hint of nostalgia.

“What a pity, Mr. Ryuma. If your opponent hadn’t been me, perhaps you might have had a chance to counterattack. Seeing you like this reminds me of the times we worked together under Lord Danzo; those memories are vividly fresh even now.”