Renya left the underground base and did not choose to return to the Konoha camp.
Instead, he headed straight for the distant Kumogakure camp.
Along the way, he left Flying Thunder God markings, to be used for escape later.
So as not to end up surrounded by Kumogakure ninja.
His Flying Thunder God technique could not achieve ultra-long-distance teleportation and required constant repositioning along the way.
Soon, Renya arrived not far from the Kumogakure camp.
From time to time, patrolling ninja passed by nearby. He hid behind a tree and did not expose himself.
It was daytime now, not yet the time to act.
He needed to wait until deep night, when most ninja were resting—that would be the best time to make a move.
"White Zetsu."
As Renya's words fell, several White Zetsu surfaced from the ground.
"Renya-sama, what are your orders?"
Madara-sama had ordered them to follow Renya, so naturally they had to obey his commands.
"Infiltrate the camp and find the exact location of the Eight-Tails Jinchūriki."
"Yes, Renya-sama."
After receiving the order, the White Zetsu sank back into the ground and silently crept toward the camp.
White Zetsu's technique was truly excellent for gathering intelligence.
As long as they did not expose themselves voluntarily, they were basically impossible to detect.
Earlier, Renya had not even been sure whether the White Zetsu were following him; he had merely called out as a test.
He had not expected them to actually appear.
"If only I could make these White Zetsu work for me."
He could not help but smack his lips.
With countless White Zetsu at his disposal, he could know all the intelligence of the ninja world.
Unfortunately, White Zetsu only obeyed Madara.
The few just now were only temporarily taking orders from him; once this was over, they would have to return.
"When the time comes, I'll see if I can ask Madara for a few…"
He was Madara's most valued junior, after all. Asking for a few mass-produced White Zetsu to gather intelligence—
That wouldn't be too much, right?
"Renya-sama, we've found the tent of the Eight-Tails Jinchūriki."
Not long after, several White Zetsu returned to report.
They had infiltrated the camp, searching tent by tent, and quickly discovered Blue B.
"Very good. You've done well," Renya said in praise.
Using White Zetsu to scout the situation was truly convenient.
If not for the White Zetsu, trying to find the Eight-Tails Jinchūriki among countless tents would have been like looking for a needle in the ocean.
Now all he had to do was wait quietly for deep night, infiltrate the tent, and directly abduct Blue B.
As long as he acted before anyone reacted, no one would know who did it.
Renya did not want others to know that he was the one who had taken Blue B; that would only bring unnecessary trouble.
Just explaining things to Senju Tobirama would already be difficult enough.
After all, Blue B had never appeared on the battlefield, yet Renya risked infiltrating the camp to capture him.
Even an idiot could tell there was an ulterior motive.
With that old man's intelligence, he would soon connect it to Uchiha Madara.
Renya did not want Senju Tobirama, who had just returned, to learn of this and rush back to the battlefield again…
As long as that old man was around, he could not go find Madara-sama.
...
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, deep night arrived.
Due to the death of the Third Mizukage, the Second Raikage had been much more restrained recently.
He had temporarily canceled the offensive against Konoha.
The Kumogakure ninja finally had some rare time to rest. Aside from those on patrol and night watch, the others had gone to sleep early.
After all, no one knew when fighting would break out again. Naturally, they had to cherish this hard-won rest.
After observing carefully all night, Renya had already figured out the patrol patterns of the Kumogakure ninja.
Unless absolutely necessary, he had no intention of attacking the patrol ninja.
To avoid alerting the enemy.
He only wanted to quietly infiltrate Blue B's tent, then knock him out and take him away.
To be safe, Renya took out a white spiral mask and put it on his face.
That's right—this mask had been taken from White Zetsu.
It could be compared to Uchiha Obito's one-eyed mask, except Renya's had two eye holes.
"I am Uchiha Madara!"
Renya deliberately altered his voice. If he were discovered by others, he could shift the blame onto Madara-sama.
Capturing the tailed beasts had been Madara's intention to begin with.
He was merely borrowing his identity. Surely the old man would not mind.
Not to mention that Renya's jet-black long hair and build really did resemble the young Uchiha Madara somewhat.
Several White Zetsu were stunned.
With their simple minds, they had never imagined Renya would impersonate Madara.
For a moment, they did not know what to do.
"You may return and report. I will soon capture the Eight-Tails."
Renya issued orders in Madara's voice.
Then, taking advantage of a gap during the patrol shift, his figure flashed as he silently infiltrated the camp, unnoticed by the Kumogakure patrol ninja.
"Should we tell Madara-sama about this?"
The several White Zetsu remained where they were, looking at one another.
After a brief discussion, they decided to report the matter truthfully to Madara-sama.
...
Kumogakure camp, Blue B's tent.
"Can Kumogakure really defeat Konoha?"
Blue B had not fallen asleep, his face filled with worry.
Recently, the war between Kumogakure and Konoha had gained no advantage at all.
The death rate of Kumogakure ninja remained high, while Konoha ninja casualties were few.
If this continued, Kumogakure would sooner or later be defeated.
Even with three nations joining forces, they were no match for Konoha. Konoha's powerful military strength filled him with despair.
Especially that Konoha poison master who killed Roshi!
Ever since the Four-Tails Jinchūriki died at Renya's hands, the Second Raikage had forbidden him from going to the battlefield.
He feared that the village's Eight-Tails Jinchūriki would meet the same fate as Roshi.
During this time, he had stayed in the camp, watching injured comrades every day, and it weighed heavily on his heart.
His companions died on the battlefield, while he himself did nothing.
More than once, Blue B had requested permission from the Raikage to fight, only to be rejected repeatedly.
Unless absolutely necessary, the Second Raikage did not want to deploy the Eight-Tails.
Renya's Mangekyō Sharingan was extremely effective against tailed beasts.
If Blue B were sent to the battlefield, there was a very high chance he would fall victim to Renya.
Tailed beasts were powerful deterrents belonging to each village.
The Raikage could not allow such a situation to occur and could only order Blue B to remain in the tent.
Although Blue B understood the Raikage's good intentions, being unable to go to the battlefield and kill enemies made him extremely frustrated.
"Tomorrow, I'll request to fight again from the Raikage-sama!"
Blue B clenched his fist, secretly making up his mind.
Kumogakure ninja were not cowards afraid of death—so what if they died?
As long as they could die on the battlefield, it would be enough.
Besides, Eight-Tails Jinchūriki Blue B might not be inferior to the Konoha poison master!
Renya was indeed strong, but he was not weak either.
If he could defeat Renya, he would become the hero of Kumogakure!
"No need to wait until tomorrow."
At that moment, a low voice sounded from behind him.
"Who?!"
Hearing this, Blue B immediately turned around and prepared for battle.
He saw a long-haired man wearing a white spiral mask on his face, who had appeared inside the tent at some unknown time.