Traveling through Naruto: I am the strongest rotten person!

Everyone left, leaving Nagato alone in the open space.

He touched his eyes with one hand. This feeling was really strange. It was clearly used by him and brought light to him, but he didn't feel that it belonged to him at all.

Maybe Kagura is like these eyes, helping him but not belonging to him after all.

Nagato raised his face bitterly, letting the rain fall on his face.

He always seemed so miserable.

The first time I fell in love with someone, that person was a young man.

Later, he overcame his psychological barriers and accepted the other person's gender, but things took a huge turn. It turned out that the boy he liked was a girl pretending to be a girl.

Before he could be happy for a few minutes, he suddenly discovered that the other party already had a husband, and he was just wishful thinking and wishful thinking.

Nagato had to face this reality.

His first love was over before it even began.

His heartbeat was still moving but ended without any cause.

Kagura, divine power.

Two names for the same person may become two names engraved in his life that cannot be shared with outsiders.

Quietly buried in the bottom of my heart, secretly missed.

Teacher Jiraiya once said that the purpose of a man is not to pursue happiness, and the mission of a ninja is not to pursue his own happiness, but the happiness of those he wants to protect.

Now, the Kingdom of Rain is still crying, and the people he wants to protect have not stopped crying.

He knew what he should do and walked in again.

Although Kagura was no longer with him, the road she pointed out to him was always there.

Nagato walked back to the stronghold in despair. When he returned, Yahiko Konan and the others had already returned. Everyone was talking and laughing in the hall on the first floor. The atmosphere was very high. The conversation with Hanzo must have gone well.

This is something that the entire Akatsuki organization should be happy about, and Nagato wants to be happy with them, but no matter how hard he tries, he can't raise the corners of his mouth.

He stood on the outside of the crowd like an outsider. After a day of rain, his clothes were soaked by the rain. The water flowed out of the clothes and dripped silently to the floor, gathering into a small puddle at his feet.

Finally, someone noticed the silent Nagato. The other person looked at him with some surprise and shouted, "Brother Nagato?"

Upon hearing Nagato's name, Yahiko and Konan rushed out of the crowd immediately.

They didn't expect Nagato to come back so soon. Kamui said that he was going to deal with the people who attacked the members of the Akatsuki organization. Their intuition told them that they couldn't solve it so quickly, but now, Nagato is back.

Konan pulled Nagato's clothes and looked him up and down, checking whether he was injured. She looked at him from head to toe. Konan breathed a sigh of relief, turned back to Yahiko and smiled and shook his head. Yahiko's tense nerves were also here. He relaxed for a moment, but then he realized something was wrong.

Nagato, he was too quiet. Although he was usually quiet, that kind of quietness was completely different from the deathly quietness now. His intuition told him that something bad had happened.

He asked Nagato out loud, "Did you just come back?"

Nagato nodded numbly.

"Then..." Yahiko looked behind Nagato, and there was no one there.

"...Where's Kamui?" After struggling for 2 minutes, Yahiko asked him cautiously.

Kamui's name was like a switch, causing Nagato, who was standing there lifelessly like a wooden tree, to regain consciousness.

He raised his eyelids and looked at Yahiko, mumbling, but he didn't know what to tell him.

At this time, many people noticed the difference in Nagato, and many people began to whisper. Yahiko and Konan also noticed it.

Yahiko grabbed both arms, and he stared at Nagato's eyes eagerly and worriedly. These eyes were completely different from those at dinner last night. These eyes were...

These eyes were not unfamiliar to him at all. Over the years, the Akatsuki organization had collected information on ninjas from each village in order to know themselves and their enemies. He knew the Sharingan of the Uchiha clan.

"what happened?"

Nagato stared blankly at Yahiko's worried face, and realized what he was referring to.

Nagato faked a smile, and the corners of his mouth finally curved up, but his eyes were so sad.

He said: "There will be no more reincarnation eyes in the future. Yahiko, you don't have to worry about me losing control and hurting my life. From now on, I will be the same as you and everyone else. These eyes will never let me Doing dangerous things.”

Yahiko kept shaking his head. He didn't mean this. "I mean, what happened to your eyes? How did you become a Sharingan? Nagato, where did you go? Kamui, he took you to do it." What?"

"Kamui, Kamui..." Nagato muttered Kamui's name silently, "Kamui fulfilled my wish and gave me a pair of eyes that are much more ordinary than the samsara eyes, but..."

Everyone waited silently for what he would say next.

Nagato's appearance was really abnormal, and his mental state was very unstable.

Yahiko noticed that Nagato's body was shaking under the clothes he was holding in his hands.

He probably already knew the ending of Shenwei, but he was not willing to believe it.

"The person who attacked our companions has been killed. Kamui... Kamui is also dead."

The hand holding Nagato's arm suddenly loosened, and Yahiko frowned.

This was heartbreaking news and everyone stayed where they were, it was too sudden for them.

When they left in the morning, the child was still waving goodbye to them at the gate and yelling for them to come back with good news.

They came back with good news, but the child...

Kamui is just a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, and he has only been in the Akatsuki organization for more than half a year.

For more than half a year, he got along well with everyone. He was smart and lovable, and everyone liked him very much.

Such a young child, in order to solve the problem so that they would no longer suffer inexplicable attacks, and after resolving the crisis for them, sacrificed himself.

The eyes were so shallow that they began to cry silently, and everyone was very sad.

Nagato didn't cry and looked at everyone mechanically. This was a lie, but it was the simplest and most trouble-free lie, and it was a lie that was good for everyone.

But in Nagato's mind, what's the difference between a person who can no longer find an excuse to meet and death?

Wanting to see but not being able to, to him is like a yin and yang.

Everyone knows that Nagato has the best relationship with Kamui. The two of them are like brothers. Although Nagato looks calm on the outside, he must be suffering on the inside.

Nagato pursed his lips and lowered his head, covering his eyes again with his deliberately long bangs.

Not knowing who he was talking to, he said calmly, "I want to eat roast chicken and potatoes cooked in the fire..."

Everyone looked at him in confusion. You looked at me and I looked at you. They didn't know why Nagato suddenly said he wanted to eat.

This... this is probably Nagato's unique way of remembering Kamui, right?

"Well...it's my turn to cook today, I'll do it." Someone in the crowd said.

The original joy of having a smooth conversation with Hanzo was diluted by Kamui's sacrifice. Everyone didn't know what to say and slowly dispersed from the hall.

Only Yahiko and Konan were left here. They looked at Nagato with concern and distress, not knowing how to comfort him.

At this time, other people's comfort is not of much use. They realized this when their parents died in the war.