Setting: Kakuzu stands in a dimly lit hideout, surrounded by various captured ninja. He examines one of his captured hearts, his expression cold and calculating.

With a detached tone, inspecting the heart closely.

Life is a series of transactions, and I intend to make the most profitable ones. Emotions are just a weakness, a liability I refuse to entertain.

Pausing, he looks up at his surroundings.

These shinobi… they think they can challenge me. But in the end, it’s all about survival of the fittest. I have collected many hearts, and each one is a testament to my strength and cunning.

Smirking slightly, he adds:

I’ve lived far too long to let sentimentality cloud my judgment. Money, power—those are the true currencies of this world.

His expression turns serious, voice low.

If anyone stands in my way, they will find themselves just another heart in my collection. There’s no place for weakness in my life.

With a dismissive wave, he concludes:

Now, let’s see how much these fools are willing to pay for their freedom. Time is money, after all.

Kakuzu stands firm, his presence exuding a sense of danger as he prepares to execute his plans.