In Konoha, This Naruto Has Decided To Take It Easy

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The man's chest caved in heavily, and the fragile blade of the katana snapped under the immense force. With a loud bang, the last enemy was sent flying.

Naruto instantly took down seven or eight enemies, while Konan used her Paper Ninjutsu to kill the remaining ones just as swiftly.

Naruto, who was leading the charge, removed the hood of his raincoat and tossed the blood-stained broken blade onto the ground. He glanced at the bodies scattered around and then turned back to look at Konan.

The Amegakure’s Chunin stared at Naruto's unfamiliar face and striking blond hair in silence. No matter how hard they tried to search their memories, they still found nothing.

They knew there must be something wrong, so no one said anything. They simply watched as Naruto speak to the ‘Angel’, his tone was casual and even nonchalant.

"Just kill them all. There's no need to think so far ahead. In the end, the village has to stand on its own. Any peace talks are just delaying the inevitable. If he fails, the Amegakure will never know peace."

Naruto, now dressed in new clothes, returned to the top floor of the tower.

Konan frowned slightly, watching Naruto as he put on a pair of gloves. Unable to hold back, she finally asked, "Are you confident?"

"Of course not. I'm not a Medical-nin." Naruto responded, looking back at her with some surprise, "We can only try now. Anyway, it won't be worse than the current situation."

Hearing his matter-of-fact tone, Konan was momentarily at a loss for words.

" What do you mean by 'it won't be worse’?"

"I mean…" Naruto said as he walked towards the expressionless Nagato, "At best, it might improve his condition a bit, but in the long run, he'll still die."

"Why?" Konan took a few steps forward, following him.

Naruto stopped, then turned around and looked at Konan. Pointing at himself, he asked, "Do you know my current identity?"

"What?"

"I am the Clan Head of the Uzumaki Clan." He said with utmost seriousness.

Konan: "..."

She instantly regretted engaging in conversation with him, ‘Why did I even bother talking to him?’

She always felt that Naruto was being deliberately annoying. Talking to him was always exhausting, as he acted all arrogant and seemed to enjoy playing around.

"The Uzumaki Clan’s members has huge Chakra Reserve, which is why Nagato can wield the Rinnegan. But those eyes weren't originally his."

Naruto patiently explained, "Every time Nagato uses the Rinnegan, it puts a huge burden for him. While forcibly extracting Chakra to make it work is possible, it's also life-threatening."

"The Rinnegan’s wielder must have extremely strong regenerative cells in their body. Chakra can indeed stimulate cell regeneration, but it comes at the cost of lifespan."

"So, Nagato's cellular vitality is nearly depleted. If he uses the Rinnegan a few more times, his lifespan will be completely exhausted."

"How do you know all this?" Konan asked.

"I told you, I'm the official Clan Head of the Uzumaki Clan." Naruto coughed, "And I have... a bit of a connection with Orochimaru."

By ‘a bit of a connection’, Naruto meant that he had used the Dead Demon Consuming Seal to rip out Orochimaru's soul and interrogated him thoroughly. That ‘connection’... was indeed rather extreme.

However, Konan didn't know these details and assumed that Naruto and Orochimaru shared intelligence and mutual interests. Hearing Orochimaru's name, she felt slightly reassured.

"So, what's your plan?" Konan asked, still a little confused.

"Inject Chakra to activate the cell activity in his body. Don't worry, it will be quick." Naruto said, then turned around and continued to walk towards the skinny Nagato.

"Is there really no risk?" Konan asked again, still a bit worried, calling out from behind him.

"There's no real risk. If we don't do this, he won’t survive much longer anyway." Naruto was already standing in front of Nagato, "Besides, no one is more suited for this task than I am."

"The members of the Uzumaki Clan are either dead or have fled, and are scattered all over the place."

Nagato lifted his head, his eyes surrounded by dark, sunken circles, a clear sign of impending death. His body was emaciated, and his expression was worn and tired, no wonder he spoke so little.

"Why are you helping us?" Nagato asked hoarsely.

"I want peace in the world, too. Didn't Pervy Sage ever tell you that?" Naruto stretched out his hand. "No matter what, I am a kind-hearted person. I hate seeing the Shinobi World at war."

Since having Kyubi extracted from him, Naruto could no longer use Biju Transformation, but he still carried an immense amount of residual Kyubi’s Chakra within him.

These Chakras can be freely transformed with the huge Chakra of the Uzumaki Clan that he was born with, which means that he has at least the Chakra of an entire complete Kyubi in his body.

It was nearly inexhaustible! Simply endless!

A steady stream of powerful Chakra flowed from Naruto's palm into Nagato's shoulder, coursing through his Chakra Pathway System again and again.

Konan stood to the side, watching with a worried look on her face. However, seeing Nagato’s complexion gradually turning healthier, she finally let out a small sigh of relief.

This proves that the method Naruto said is indeed effective, and Nagato's Chakra Reserve were indeed dangerously low, and his cellular vitality had been critically weakened.

As a fellow member of the Uzumaki Clan, Nagato was able to digest the Chakra sent by Naruto. This process lasted for an hour, and Naruto slowly ended it when he felt it was enough.

Naruto was still full of energy after transferring all those Chakra, and he estimated that he had only used about one tenth of his Chakra, which would replenish quickly with a bit of rest.

"Thank you." Nagato said.

"No need. This isn't just to help you guys." Naruto waved his hand dismissively, "Since the power of the Rinnegan is so powerful, the person who implanted it in you must be no ordinary figure."

"They're trying to use you and Konan to achieve their goals. Now that they’ve failed, they’re probably looking to reclaim the Rinnegan. But that's pretty naive. After all, we're all Pervy Sage’s students. Since he didn't hold it against you, I'm not going to either. I wouldn’t have bothered if I hadn't come across this, but since I know, I might as well help."

"Thank you." Konan said sincerely. After thinking for a moment, she conjured a bouquet of paper flowers out of thin air and handed it to him, "For you."

"Oh, uh, thanks." Naruto took the bouquet and looked at it carefully. He was a little horrified and thought silently, ‘Could this be a part of her body?’

"Nagato, how do you feel?" Konan asked with concern.

"Much better." Nagato replied, trying to stand up. This time, he didn’t fall back onto the iron throne, "I can only stand up now, but I still can't walk."

"That’s already a big improvement. You’ll recover slowly." Konan reassured him.

Nagato frowned, thinking of the invading Shinobi. He immediately wanted to say that they must drive them all out, but he swallowed the words.

"Yeah." He nodded.

They both turned to look at Naruto, who was fiddling with the paper bouquet, waiting for him to say goodbye. After all, his mission is already complete.

"I’m going to stick around a bit longer and give him a few more Chakra injections." Naruto looked up and said, immediately meeting their surprised eyes.

"What's with your expressions?"

"Won't this affect your body?" Konan asked, "For Shinobi, Chakra is like lifeblood. Even though you're young, you shouldn’t..."

"I’m fine. I’m already feeling much better. You don't need to push yourself." Nagato spoke hoarsely.

"I'm not pushing myself. I know my limits. Even if I were down to a tenth of my chakra, I’d still have more than most Jonin." Naruto waved dismissively. "It's settled then. We’ll continue tomorrow."

Nagato and Konan exchanged glances, both at a loss for words.