Amegakure.
Konan sat quietly in Uehara's room.
Ever since Uehara grew up and was able to independently deal with tasks and manage the village, Konan had not been troubled for a long time. Today, she was a little restless.
A palm suddenly landed on Konan's shoulder and a familiar voice entered Konan's ears, "Sensei, did something happen?"
"Huh? Naraku?"
The irritable origami on Konan's body was taken back. She frowned and said, "When did you come back?"
"Just now."
Uehara squatted down slightly and looked at the vase at the bedside table in his room. There was a new bunch of paper flowers in it. He could not help but chuckle, "Sensei, have you folded a new flower? Well, is this morning glory? Finally, there is a flower that I know... "
It was not easy for Uehara to recognize the paper flower that Konan folded.
Because Konan liked to use white paper to fold all kinds of strange flowers, Uehara was rarely able to call out their names. Morning glory was a wildflower that was relatively easy to recognize.
Konan glanced at the paper flowers in the vase and then glanced at Uehara. After hesitating for a while, her face gradually became cold and serious, "Yes, it is the Morning Glory Flower. Its flower language is an illusory and short love..."
"Interesting."
Uehara fiddled with the paper flowers and turned his head, "Sensei asked me to come back. Is there something you want to tell me in private?"
"Yes."
Konan stared at Uehara's face. When she saw that her disciple was confused, she asked, "Do you... think that Kirigakure's Terumi is beautiful?"
Konan was a little nervous. She was a little nervous that Uehara would directly announce what had happened between him and Terumi, so she wanted to test it out first.
"Yes, she is quite beautiful."
Uehara nodded. This sentence could not be refuted. After all, he really saw Terumi's full appearance. Those green eyes were very moving.
Uehara couldn't help but chuckle, "If it's just looking at Terumi's appearance, she doesn't look like a woman in her thirties at all!"
"..."
Konan's face darkened. She couldn't help but think of her own age. She was already thirty-five years old this year. Did this disciple of her think that she was old?
After Uehara finished speaking, he immediately remembered that there was a woman in her thirties beside him. He hurriedly said, "Sensei also looks very young! Just like when we first met, there was no change..."
Konan did not continue this topic.
Konan did not forget the important matter. She took advantage of the moment when Uehara said the wrong thing to apologize and immediately asked, "Did something happen between you and Terumi? Did the two of you have any contact when you were in the Country of Grass?"
"Uh..."
Uehara thought for a while and whispered, "I don't think so! After all, we only talked about Akatsuki in private. I used that opportunity to make Terumi think that I am Kirigakure's friend."
"Is that so?"
Konan's frown eased a little. She took out a letter and handed it to Uehara, "This is her letter. This woman seems to like you, but I think the two of you are destined to become enemies in the future. She is ten years older than you..."
"Um."
Uehara looked at the letter and nodded indifferently. He unconsciously responded, "Don't worry Sensei. I won't fall in love with any woman."
"That's good."
After letting out a sigh of relief, Konan felt that something was wrong. He hurriedly tried to persuade her, "Naraku, you can't. What we hope for is for you to live a happy life in the future instead of living alone"
"I'm only twenty years old this year!"
Uehara helplessly glanced at Konan and continued to look down at Terumi's letter. After refuting him, he directly changed the topic, "No wonder Konan-sensei misunderstood.
Terumi-san probably wants to get some information about Akatsuki from me!
If Terumi urgently invites me to attend the meeting, it will make her feel that she is not very respectful to Hanzo, so she deliberately said this to reduce her dislike."
After that, Uehara smiled and added, "Even if she really likes me, I can't be with her. Yesterday, when I destroyed Kirigakure, I almost killed her!"
"..."
Konan looked at Uehara, a little speechless.
After a long time, Konan asked curiously, "Why don't they suspect that something has happened to Hanzo? After all, so many years have passed, and Hanzo has never appeared in the Ninja World..."
"I'm not too sure either."
Uehara shook his head and guessed, "Maybe it's because they think that Ninja Demigods are not so easy to be killed! And I always mention Hanzo's name from time to time, saying that he is still alive and that his strength has not declined..."
The Ninja World had not discovered Hanzo's death for so many years, so they should really throw the blame on Uehara.
In fact, it was not impossible for people to guess that Hanzo was too old to move or was already dead, but Uehara always used Hanzo to show his presence in front of the people of the Ninja World.
If a talented and powerful genius ninja would always show respect whenever he mentioned Hanzo, there would never be any surprises.
Moreover, every time they met, he would use Hanzo's name, and from time to time, he would show his sense of existence. Who would suspect that Hanzo was already dead?
Who would have thought that the murderer who killed Hanzo would always calmly express his respect for Hanzo?
"Time is actually still very tight."
After reading Terumi's letter, Uehara knocked on his arm and said, "There will be a conference in a week. The location of this conference is in Konoha. It seems that it is necessary to participate in the conference and see if they have any conspiracy..."
A member of Akatsuki participated in the conference hosted by the Ninja Village of the Great Country to deal with Akatsuki and listened to what these big countries wanted to do with the organization of Akatsuki...
It's really...
It was ridiculous.
Konan's expression was a little serious as she said, "But it will be very dangerous for you. Perhaps we can give up on this meeting. Anyway, there are only five Bijuu left..."
"No, it will be dangerous if we don't go."
Uehara shook his head and said softly, "When I was advertising outside, I mentioned that Amegakure always advocated attacking Akatsuki's organization. If we were absent, it would definitely arouse their suspicions."
"Naraku, I am more and more worried about you."
Konan stretched out his palm and habitually helped Uehara tidy up his clothes. Her voice gradually became gentle, "Ever since you became an official member of Akatsuki, you have been carrying out extremely dangerous tasks in the organization. I regret agreeing to you back then..."
"Sensei."
Uehara looked down at Konan and reached out his palm to stroke her hair. He said softly, "Konan-sensei, Nagato-sama, and Yahiko-sama, as well as my father's dream, I can not be absent."
"It's different."
"There's nothing different about it."
Uehara grabbed Konan's neck and asked her to raise her head, but he slowly lowered his head and gently pressed his forehead against hers.
Uehara smiled and said, "What Konan-sensei want is what I want. I am your disciple, and what I inherit now is your will. We will not fail. Believe me, Sensei."
"..."
Konan widened her eyes and looked at Uehara who was right in front of him.
A moment later, Konan gently closed her eyes and slowly stretched out her palm to hold the back of Uehara's neck, making their foreheads even tighter.
This disciple was brought up by her alone.
This disciple had devoted eight years of her effort.
This disciple was one of the most important people to her, and also the support of her feelings.
Konan smelled the scent on Uehara, and her voice was so low that it was almost imperceptible, "Actually... you can like people who are older than you."
Uehara looked at Konan's eye and hesitantly said, "Actually... the cosmetics used by our Akatsuki members are a little strong."
The two of them almost spoke in unison.
However, Uehara's voice was a little louder, and what he said was not pleasant to hear. It was obvious that he disliked Konan's makeup today.
Konan's face gradually darkened. She slowly loosened the back of Uehara's neck, took a few steps back, and said coldly, "You don't like things like nail polish, but it doesn't mean that others don't like it. Kakuzu, Itachi, Kisame, Hidan, they all like it very much."
"Yes, yes, yes..."
Uehara nodded, feeling a little tired.
In fact, men like them definitely did not like it at all. They just saw that the people who joined Akatsuki in the front were all coated with nail polish. They were all qualified ninjas. They would not cause a dispute with the organization over such a small matter!
"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore."
Uehara tactfully changed the topic and whispered, "I'll go look for Nagato-sama first and discuss with him. Before this meeting, we can use Kakuzu-senpai to do things. Akatsuki also needs to have a unified statement to prevent me from encountering any trouble in this alliance meeting!"
"... Okay."
Konan nodded hurriedly.
After Uehara left, Konan breathed a sigh of relief. She slowly reached out her palm towards the morning glory flower in the vase.
The bunch of paper flowers instantly turned into a piece of white paper and fell into Konan's hand.
After frowning, Konan suddenly turned the bouquet of roses into a bunch of confetti. The bunch of confetti danced in her palm and finally turned into a bunch of dog's-tail grass.
Konan slowly inserted the bunch of grass into the vase. The expression on her face became cold again, and her voice was a little low, "This is the most perfect ninja I raised carefully..."