In Konoha, This Naruto Has Decided To Take It Easy

Chapter 410 Your Fate Is Unfortunate, But Your Legs Are Nice

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The next day.

Naruto woke up in the tent, glancing at Anko, who slept beside him fully dressed, without a care in the world. His expression was a little off.

‘This woman was truly... unpredictable.’

He sniffed the air, then quietly got up to wash.

The moment he left the tent, Anko, who had been pretending to sleep, immediately opened her eyes. She let out a small sigh, then winced and rubbed her jaw, taking a sharp breath.

She flipped over, burying her face in her sleeping bag. Her heart felt heavy, as if she had made countless foolish decisions from the very start, with none of them ending well.

‘It’s over. I’m going to fall for him.’

After washing up, Naruto didn’t return to the tent. He watched as Anko slowly crawled out, head down, and ran to the river to wash up. Naruto sat silently on the grass nearby, waiting.

‘The way things were unfolding was strange. This foolish woman’s every move was beyond my expectations. It turns out the best prediction is no prediction at all. It’s over.’

Anko took her time washing up, and neither of them spoke as they continued on their way.

By the afternoon.

The two finally stopped at a secluded plain. Anko knew that it was time to get down to business, and her heart tightened as she looked at Naruto.

Naruto, on the other hand, didn't show any expression, even looked a little lazy. He was holding a scroll, turning it over and over, though it wasn’t clear what he found so interesting about it.

Anko remembered that he had been looking at the same scroll last night, even while talking to her. He had only paused a few times in between, even... afterward, he kept reading.

"What's in that scroll?" Anko asked, with hands on her hips.

Naruto didn't want to answer at first, but when he thought about it, he hesitated for a moment, then changed his mind and answered vaguely, "Ninjutsu."

"Hmm? Since when did you become so studious?" Anko was suspicious, ‘This guy was as lazy as he could be. He wouldn’t study Ninjutsu without good reason.’

"It's useful." Naruto replied curtly.

"Tsk."

After a while, Anko noticed Naruto was still sitting there, reading the scroll, and she suddenly began to feel nervous. She wondered if it was time to get to the main task… like reviving Orochimaru or something.

But right now... it felt like they were about to start surgery, and the lead doctor was still flipping through a thick manual. It was unsettling, but she didn’t know how to ask about it.

After nearly ten minutes, Anko finally couldn’t hold back any longer.

"Are you confident?"

"No, I'm just wondering how much money I should spend to give you a decent burial." Naruto said without looking up, his response filled with sarcastic indifference.

"Then I’m definitely getting the short end of the stick. Being a Shinobi really isn’t a good career path." Anko lamented, "People like me, who are neither high nor low, really have a bad fate."

"Is that so?" Naruto glanced at her, "Your fate is unfortunate, but your legs are nice."

Anko: “…”

"I’m complimenting you," Naruto said.

"Do you really think I’m that dumb? I’m not buying it." Anko said disdainfully, "How do you even come up with such nasty things to say?"

"What’s the point of having good legs if you’ve got bad fate?"

He thought for a moment and replied, "At least I get to look at them more."

"Talking to you is exhausting. I feel like I’m losing years off my life." She looked at him resentfully and said, "We’re about to get down to the business, but you’re still busy with that Ninjutsu scroll."

"I’m only now starting to feel like my fate’s bad… having to deal with you in my life."

Hearing this, Naruto finally put down the scroll. Although Anko would be fine during Orochimaru’s revival, he didn’t want her bothering him anymore, so he said, "Don't worry, I’ll make sure you get a grand funeral. I will definitely let you go in peace. If that doesn't work, I will even plate your tombstone with gold."

Anko knew he was speaking sarcastically, but strangely, it calmed her down.

However, her thoughts shifted to their relationship, replaying his words in her head. Suddenly, she regretted letting him know her secrets, blaming herself for not being on guard against him in the first place.

But who could have predicted things would turn out this way? In the past, she would never have believed that friendships could sour like this.

Five minutes later.

"I’m still a bit nervous. What should I do?" Anko’s voice trembled slightly as she looked at Naruto.

"Yeah, nervous." He responded, too lazy to even pretend to care.

"To be honest, I’ve never been particularly talented. Back when Orochimaru asked if I wanted to follow him, I didn’t know what to say."

"Don't you have a talent?" Naruto said without even looking up, "You're quite good at enduring."

Anko: “...”

She indeed had great endurance, being one of the few endurance-type Shinobi among all the Jonin. In other words, the Cursed Seal of Heaven that occasionally acted up had increased her tolerance.

Pain had become much weaker to her over time.

But Anko knew that jerk was implying something else. Naruto wasn’t talking about her physical endurance, he was referring to what happened the previous day.

She bit her lip, feeling a strong urge to release a snake to bite him.

At that moment, Naruto glanced at Anko, with the scroll placed on his lap. Seeing her standing there, a thought popped into his mind, ‘Snake Princess, eternal life.’

‘The reason why Orochimaru changed his gender couldn't really be related to this Snake Princess, right? If that was the case, then Orochihime really went hardcore, huh? Gave up everything, even... you know what.’ (T/N: Orochimaru = Snake Pills, Orochihime = Snake Princess.)

‘A Shinobi version of Lin Pingzhi: To master this technique, you must first castrate yourself.’

While Naruto was lost in these ridiculous thoughts, Anko was mentally reviewing where she had gone wrong the previous day. In the end, she came to the conclusion that she shouldn’t have spoken to Naruto at all.

She also started wondering what she’d do if Naruto failed, how would she face Orochimaru? But she wouldn’t say such things out loud. She glanced at the dazed boy.

‘Yeah... that would hurt his pride, so better not.’

After a while, Naruto stood up and walked over to her. Anko, who had just calmed down, immediately felt her anxiety rise again. She gulped nervously, her earlier tension returning.

But then, she suddenly remembered something and blushed for a moment.

Amidst her chaotic and jumbled emotions, Naruto was already standing in front of her. There was no scroll in his hand, probably because he had put it away.

She knew Naruto had access to spatial tools, but aside from being expensive, space scrolls weren’t that rare. Being a student of the Legendary Sannin, it wasn’t surprising he had some good stuff.

"It's time to start, get ready." He said.

"Ready for what?" Anko blinked in confusion, as Naruto hadn’t mentioned anything in advance.

"You don’t need to prepare anything. It might hurt a bit." Naruto explained, "If you pass out, just treat it like a nap. There’s not much else we can do."

"It hurts?" Anko’s expression shifted, "Alright then."