Everyone looked toward the ground in surprise, only to see Kirito descending while holding the exhausted Fū.
"Hey, hey, Brother Kirito, when did you start taking an interest in ninja corpses like Brother Sasori? Hm." Deidara smirked incredulously.
Sasori added in his usual cold tone, "I have no interest in weak corpses."
Kirito ignored them and took out a prepared Senzu Bean from his sleeve, stuffing it into Fū's mouth. Then, forming a symbolic seal, he stored her in the system warehouse, thinking to himself, Whether you survive or not, it's up to your luck.
Seeing Kirito actually storing the body away, Konan's expression immediately darkened. She glared at him and snapped, "Hey! You're not actually planning to do anything to that girl's body, are you?"
"Am I that perverted?" Kirito rolled his eyes, looking around before his gaze landed on Konan.
At that moment, a system notification rang in his mind:
[Ding! Mission accomplished. Congratulations, host, for obtaining God-level Medical Ninjutsu.]
Suddenly, a surge of medical knowledge flooded into Kirito's mind.
In an instant, he gained a deep understanding of the human body, and a new realization dawned on him.
Even his bloodline development, which had previously stagnated, now seemed to have a new path forward.
It was as if Dust Release, a Kekkei Tōta once out of reach, was now within his grasp—its secrets unlocked just by knowing the proper hand seals.
"Interesting," Kirito muttered.
Across from him, Konan smirked for once. "Oh? Is that so?"
Except for Kakuzu, who had been beaten up by Kirito, and Itachi, who was too sick to care, every other Akatsuki member nodded in agreement with Konan's implication.
Within Akatsuki, most members operated in paired groups based on their unique traits:
Deidara & Sasori – "The Art Duo"
Hidan & Kakuzu – "The Immortal Duo"
Itachi & Kisame – "The Power Duo"
Pain & Konan – "God & Angel"
Zetsu & Obito – "The Puppet Masters"
But Kirito? He was an anomaly.
Most Akatsuki members suspected Kirito and Ye Cang were more than just partners.
He had no ideology, no faith—at least on the surface.
And, unlike the others, Kirito was the only one in Akatsuki who openly pursued women.
A father at fourteen, a troublemaker who humiliated Konoha's elders, and a man who 'collected' women wherever he went.
Now, having taken an interest in Fū, a young and beautiful former Jinchūriki, it wasn't hard for the others to guess his intentions.
Deidara raised a thumbs-up and grinned slyly. "It's okay, Brother Kirito. I support you! After all, art is fleeting. If you think about it, she wasn't dead yet. Trying out a dying person's last moments… Hm, maybe that's interesting too?"
A dark line appeared on Kirito's forehead. His tone deepened, "Deidara, do you even know how to talk properly? If not, shut up. Or next time we meet, I'll remove your bells and leave you like Sarutobi Hiruzen's son."
"Uh…" Deidara immediately shut up, subconsciously covering his crotch.
Although he was a fanatic for art, he definitely didn't want to become a eunuch.
He needed his "bell" for obvious reasons.
Seeing Deidara suddenly clutching himself in fear, all the Akatsuki members fell silent.
Even Konan, who usually maintained a composed demeanor, turned red—a faint pink dusting her neck.
Thankfully, it was just a projection; otherwise, she might have embarrassed herself.
"Enough chit-chat," Pain finally interrupted, his tone serious.
"Sasori, Deidara, Kirito—I'll summon the Demonic Statue at River Country's base. After capturing the One-Tail, bring the Jinchūriki there for sealing. You'll be handling this, so prepare yourselves."
"Understood," Sasori replied indifferently.
Pain nodded. "Dismissed."
With that, he and Konan leaped from the golem, dissolving their Phantom Body projections.
The rest of Akatsuki's members also vanished.
The Demonic Statue sank back into the ground, and the cave entrance creaked open, allowing blinding sunlight to pour in.
Pain, unfazed by the light, walked out and spoke without turning back.
"Kirito, dispose of the Five-Tails Jinchūriki's corpse."
Kirito scoffed. "Why me? Isn't Zetsu better at this?"
Pain slowed his steps slightly, a hint of mockery in his voice.
"We need Zetsu elsewhere for the upcoming mission."
Then, with a rare smirk, he added, "Besides, you seem soft-hearted. Since you've already taken the Seven-Tails, I thought you might enjoy keeping the Five-Tails as well."
Hearing this, Konan smirked and teased, "Pain is right. From now on, all Jinchūriki bodies will be your responsibility."
Then, as if afraid of retaliation, she hurriedly followed Pain's pace, leaving Kirito glaring after her.
His eye twitched.
This woman…
He swore that the moment he had the chance, he would strip her bare, tie her up, and make her beg.
By the time Kirito returned to his residence, it was already noon.
As if expecting his return, Mikoto had prepared a lavish meal.
"You're back," she greeted with a warm smile.
Starving, Kirito didn't even wash his hands—he grabbed chopsticks and immediately began devouring the food.
Meanwhile, after finishing her morning training, Izumi was in the bathroom, taking her daily bath.
"Dad, you forgot, huh?"
Chika approached, holding a photo album.
She playfully flipped to a wedding photo of Kirito, Mikoto, and Izumi.
In the picture, Mikoto cradled a baby girl—a much younger Chika.
"Today's your wedding anniversary with Mom and Aunt Izumi!"
"So that's why," Kirito murmured, glancing at the photo thoughtfully.
Memories surfaced.
Their wedding had been arranged by Konan—a simple yet secret ceremony.
The only witness? Konan herself.
Their photos? Snuck out under Nagato's nose.
But now?
He didn't even need to be stealthy.
His residence was fortified with advanced Root-level barriers, ensuring complete privacy.
Not even Nagato could spy on him.
In the past three years, Kirito had frequently traveled with his wives and children—even making several secret trips back to Konoha.
A smirk tugged at his lips.
What an interesting life.
(End of this chapter)
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