Reborn in Konoha as the Anbu Torturer Chapter 598: We Didn't Fight!

Reborn in Konoha as the Anbu Torturer Chapter 598 We Didn't Fight!

During the following period, Konan imrsed herself in reading the book after washing her hands clean.

Unknowingly.

Ti flew by.

Even Konan herself didn't know how much ti had passed.

After all.

She was deeply attracted to the book's story.

When Konan first read it last night, she found the book sowhat embarrassing. The plot made her blush, and continuing to read it felt like an act of defiance.

But...

After she corrected her thoughts.

She found that everything had changed.

Konan completely imagined all the people in this book to look like Otsutsuki Toneri and then imrsed herself in these plots once again.

...

"Knock, knock, knock!"

After so ti, there was a knock on Konan's door, breaking the original tranquility and pulling her back from the plot imrsion.

"Konan!"

"You in there!"

"It's Yahiko!"

"Mind if I co in and talk?"

Yahiko's voice sounded after the knock, passing clearly through the not-so-soundproof bedroom door to Konan's ears.

"Huh?!"

Konan's face suddenly changed drastically. From the intoxication just now, she beca surprised in an instant, apparently not expecting to be disturbed.

"I...I'm here..."

Konan hurriedly replied. Then, she realized that her voice was a bit hoarse. She had been too focused on reading earlier, to the extent that her mouth now felt dry, and she hadn't even noticed.

"Um..."

"You..."

"Could you wait for for a mont!"

Konan quickly spoke up, realizing that she needed to stall for so ti. Given her current state, she knew she needed a mont to compose herself before facing him.

"I'll be waiting for you in the eting room." Yahiko seed to sense Konan's inconvenience from her tone and didn't say anything more. After leaving these words behind, there was no more sound.

"Phew..."

Konan let out a long sigh, with a lingering sense of unfinished business on her face. If Yahiko hadn't interrupted, she probably wouldn't have known how much longer she would continue reading.

Konan lowered her head slightly, fixed her gaze on the book, and looked at the few words on the cover.

"Teacher Bai of the Ninja School..."

"This is indeed a magical book!"

"I wonder if the author, Fugaku, is really Otsutsuki Toneri?"

"I even got imrsed in it and forgot about the ti..."

Konan muttered to herself silently, suddenly understanding the ninjas from last night and why their eyes were filled with fiery light when they looked at her.

Not only that.

Konan also understood Nagato even more.

It wasn't that Nagato was recklessly doing those things, it was just uncontrollable. A few casual moves turned into such results.

Then.

Konan put down the book in her hand.

At the mont she put it down, she found that the pajamas she had just changed into had beco wet again at so point.

"I..."

Konan's mouth twitched fiercely. She hadn't anticipated finding herself in this situation again. While engrossed in the book, she hadn't noticed this sensation, but upon returning to reality, she felt as if she had leaked once more.

"Damn it!"

Konan muttered to herself, realizing she couldn't address this issue at the mont. Hastily, she changed into the Akatsuki uniform, feeling a chill due to the dampness while doing so.

Half an hour had passed.

Konan walked out of the bedroom and headed straight for Akatsuki's office.

Akatsuki's office was located deep in the cave.

This place was a bit further inside than where Aoba went when he transford into Juko that day.

Unless they were core mbers of the Akatsuki.

Otherwise, no one could co here.

The room where Konan lived was neither too far nor too close to the Akatsuki's office.

Not long after.

Konan had already arrived at the office.

At this mont.

In the Akatsuki's office, there were only two people: Yahiko and Nagato, both of whom were the most familiar to Konan.

Except for the two, none of the other core mbers were here.

"Hmm?"

Konan furrowed her brow slightly, sensing that sothing was off with the two. Yahiko wore a stoic expression, hinting at inner turmoil, while Nagato's face bore a rare look of distress, his red hair partially concealing it.

"You two..."

"Fought?!"

Konan asked in confusion. To her, the expressions on Yahiko and Nagato's faces suggested a disagreent, albeit a minor one, yet not substantial enough to warrant their current deanor. It appeared that sothing remained unresolved.

In the past, there were cases like this.

When Yahiko and Nagato had differing opinions on certain matters, they would turn to Konan for diation. She was accustod to diating all their disputes.

For now.

In Konan's opinion.

It was like this.

Konan sensed that Yahiko and Nagato must have encountered so conflict, each steadfast in their own views, unable to sway the other. It was ti for her to step in and diate.

"We didn't fight!"

"We didn't fight!"

At almost the sa mont, Yahiko and Nagato spoke, as if they shared a silent agreent. Not only were their words identical, but the timing of each word spoken also synchronized perfectly, creating a unique sensation as their sentences seamlessly overlapped.

The mutual understanding that led them to speak these words simultaneously felt peculiar even to them. After uttering their sentences, they glanced at each other, recognizing the sa sense of peculiarity reflected in each other's eyes.

Imdiately after.

Nagato glanced away.

He appeared to be at odds with Yahiko.

But.

Just the next mont.

Nagato turned his head away montarily. However, considering he had sought out Yahiko himself and Yahiko was assisting him, any slight discord between them was trivial in the face of the current situation.

Thinking of this.

Nagato had nothing to be dissatisfied with.

The two n locked eyes once more and exchanged nods, recognizing the shift in each other's deanor.

This was how the friendship between n was.

There was no need for many words.

There was no need for any words of apology.

A glance.

They understood each other.