Traveling through Naruto: I am the strongest rotten person!

This is one of the few good weather days before the rainy season, so cherish it.

Kamui put his hands behind his head and lay on the grass with his legs crossed. The cut on his arm by the kunai had almost healed, and he no longer felt any pain.

Nagato was originally sitting, but after thinking about it, he followed his example and lay down on the grass to rest.

The two of them didn't speak, they just lay quietly like that. People don't want to talk when they are tired, and resting quietly is more attractive than anything else.

Nagato has always had an unexplainable doubt in his heart, which is like a fog. The more he gets along with Kamui, the bigger the doubt in his heart becomes.

He turned his face and looked at Shenwei who was concentrating with his eyes closed. The rosy red light of Huo Shaoyun reflected on this young and slightly childish face. The young man's smooth side face had a faint smile, which was peaceful and comfortable.

"Why?" Nagato asked unconsciously.

Kamui didn't open his eyes and lay there motionless. He said softly: "Why?"

Nagato pursed his lips, and after a while, said: "Kamui, you are very smart, and you are very good at understanding and using people's hearts."

The faint smile disappeared from the corner of Kamui's mouth. Although Nagato was praising him, it was not necessarily true. This was paving the way for what would happen next, and there would soon be a turning point.

"Such a you, even if you are not too old, must be able to handle the problems between your village and Iwagakure, and you will not end up injured and lying on the roadside waiting for Akatsuki to save you."

Lo and behold, he was indeed suspicious.

"Brother Nagato, do you think there's something wrong with the way I handle things?"

"..." Nagato's eyes dimmed for a moment. He quickly retracted his gaze from Kamui's side face, and subconsciously grabbed the robe he was wearing with his folded hands on his abdomen.

He was a little indescribably nervous.

Obviously, Nagato didn't think there was anything wrong with Kamui's way of handling the problem. If it hadn't been like this, he wouldn't have commented on him like that before. However, he always felt that agreeing with Kamui's way of dealing with things was like betraying Yahiko.

Because the two people deal with problems in very different ways, Yahiko has his own principles. He has his own set of rules to restrain himself and the people around him. He has an obvious red line in his heart, which is harder than a steel wire. , cannot be touched.

He was strict with himself and the people around him.

But Kamui is not like that. Nagato even thinks that this child has no taboos and can do whatever he wants. He is flexible and has a lot of clever ideas. Many of his methods are not aboveboard, even a bit despicable and cunning, but he can solve some very troublesome problems very simply. matter.

No one likes trouble. After several times, Nagato fell in love with this way of doing things, but because of the "rule-based" mentality formed by following Yahiko for many years, he could not abandon that deep-rooted way of doing things.

Just like the Buddhist taboo against eating meat, like the god who sits upright with his head raised, he set invisible constraints on himself.

He sighed, "Fortunately, you are a good boy. If you do bad things, if you become hostile to Xiao,... I can't imagine what kind of enemy we will face."

Kamui couldn't help but laugh. He turned sideways and supported his head with one hand to look at Nagato. Nagato's expression was too serious, which suddenly made the topic a little heavier.

"Brother Nagato, do you think I'm despicable?"

"..."

"Indeed, I admit that many times I don't do things so aboveboard, but as you can see, it does save a lot of trouble this way."

"But, after you take action, what should you do if you accidentally hurt the other person? Hatred is often caused by hurt. I have experienced it, so I understand."

"Only when you are at a disadvantage will you be forced to negotiate terms, because you have no choice. The party with the advantage can make whatever conditions you want. If the party with the advantage is really a good person with good intentions, then it will not go too far and will offer the right conditions. Conditions that are favorable to both sides, just like the mountain these two villages are fighting over, just like the peace that the Akatsuki organization longs for.”

"..." Nagato's arrogance slowly weakened, and he was thinking carefully about Kamui's words.

"If you have to involve injuries, this is an unsolvable problem. It doesn't make much sense to discuss it too stubbornly."

Kamui continued, "Do you really think you can see the peace you want without relying on force and simply through dialogue?"

Nagato was speechless again. He couldn't help but think of what they had done in the past few years. They had worked so hard, but the efforts they put in were not proportional to the rewards they received.

Kamui took out a kunai from the ninja tool bag tied to his leg. It was the same kunai he had used to intimidate the villagers in the two villages in the afternoon. It was very sharp.

He thrust the kunai into the hands of the confused Nagato, and then stabbed the back of his own hand with Nagato's hand.

Nagato's eyes widened and he was stunned. He hurriedly let go and broke away, asking him loudly, "What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

The bloody kunai fell silently to the grass.

The wound on the back of Kamui's hand was deep, and blood flowed profusely for a while.

The bright red blood flowed down the slender fingers to the fingertips, then dripped down, submerged between the grass blades, and melted into the soil.

Nagato couldn't understand the current situation. He just looked at Kamui at a loss, his eyes constantly looking back and forth between the wound and Kamui's face.

Kamui raised the bloody back of his hand to Nagato. He frowned and endured the pain and asked Nagato, "Do you feel any pain?"

Nagato's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared at Kamui's face with some fear. The young man had his back to the light, and in the gradually darkening dusk, his smile was a little blurry.

"You can't relate to this kind of hurt. How can you try to make people who have blood feud with each other put aside their hatred through dialogue and turn hostility into friendship?"

"..."

"Brother Nagato," Kamui took his hand back, his smile disappeared, and he said seriously: "I have always felt that nothing can bring peace more than letting the other party get tangible benefits. Talks are all false and empty, and everyone is self-interested. , only mutual benefit between both parties can bring about peace and make peace last long. Of course, this is not easy, but at least it is feasible, what do you think?"

Nagato didn't know what to say, his brain couldn't digest so much at once.

His eyes flickered, and he had no choice but to use Kamui's injury to change the topic.

"I'll bandage you." As he said that, Nagato was about to take out the scroll from his ninja tool bag and wanted to take out the medical bag sealed in the scroll. He touched his lower back and scolded: "If you have anything to say, please tell me. Just say it, don’t act like this next time.”

"No," Kamui lay down again, "If you don't see it with your own eyes, how can you have any direct stimulation? What you say with your mouth doesn't hurt or itch, and you don't feel anything at all."

Nagato had to admit that Kamui's words were right, but he was stubborn and wanted to refute it.

His mouth opened, but he didn't know how to refute, so he had no choice but to close it.

"No need to bandage, it will be fine soon. This is probably due to the special characteristics of my physique, just like Brother Nagato is born with more chakra than others."

Nagato suddenly turned around and looked at the back of Kamui's hand. Within a few minutes, the wound on the back of his hand stopped bleeding and even began to heal gradually.

This... is a bit incredible.

He looked at Shenwei in confusion. The longer he got along with him, the more he felt that this child was not simple.

He murmured: "Shenwei, who...are you?"

Kamui laughed disapprovingly, and when he smiled, his whole face became vivid and bright.

He resumed his appearance as a careless little ruffian, with a hint of ridicule in his crooked smile.

"Who can he be? He's just like you, a man."

Nagato: ...