Naruto: Experience Pain, Start by Copying the Entire Shinobi World

Qianxuan stood in the center of the crowd, enjoying the spotlight.

This feeling is even more comfortable than soaking in Tsunade's hot spring.

His smile was reserved yet proper, perfectly embodying the meaning of "a person of high character".

But at this glorious moment in his life, a sudden, overwhelming pain exploded from the depths of his mind.

That was not a single kind of pain.

It was a piercing, cramping pain in the abdomen, a burning sting in the eyes, a sharp pain of breaking bones, a numbing pain as if the meridians were being severed...

Forty or fifty completely different, yet equally heart-wrenching, pains exploded in his mental world at the same time.

[Reply] This skill not only copies the opponent's physical condition, but also... pain.

Qianxuan's face turned deathly pale instantly.

He felt as if he wasn't standing in the camp, but rather thrown into a meat grinder, his soul crushed into pieces.

Everything before my eyes began to distort and spin, eventually turning into complete darkness.

"Senior Qianxuan!"

Lin's exclamation seemed to come from the distant horizon.

Qianxuan's body swayed, unable to support itself any longer, and it was about to fall straight backward.

A pair of soft hands caught him just in time from behind.

"What's wrong with him?"

Obito anxiously approached.

Lin placed her fingers on Qianxuan's neck, felt his pulse, and looked at his bloodless face and the fine beads of cold sweat on his forehead.

"It's fine."

Lin breathed a sigh of relief and explained to everyone,

"Senior Qianxuan is just... just exhausted from excessive chakra consumption and needs to rest."

This explanation is reasonable.

One person healed dozens of seriously wounded people in half an hour. Anyone else would probably have died from such exertion.

Fugaku Uchiha strode over. Looking at Sengen, who was unconscious in Rin's arms, his usually serious face revealed undisguised emotion and gratitude for the first time.

This man risked everything to save his people.

"Disperse!" Fugaku turned around and commanded the ninjas still kneeling on the ground in an unquestionable tone, "Let him rest properly, and no one is allowed to disturb him!"

"yes!"

Everyone stood up in response, their eyes filled with even deeper awe as they looked at Qian Xuan.

They silently made way for Rin and Obito, who, under Kakashi's protection, helped their idol into the cleanest tent.

……

Qianxuan felt like he had a very long dream.

In his dream, he was being rubbed on the ground by Tsunade one moment, and teased by Yekura with her toes the next, creating a very chaotic scene.

Consciousness slowly emerged from the chaos.

The first thing to be restored was the sense of touch.

The back of my head was soft, elastic, and slightly warm.

It doesn't resemble a pillow.

It's more like...

Qianxuan's mind began to work at lightning speed.

Next, there's the sense of smell.

A faint, comforting scent, a blend of herbs and the fragrance of a young girl, lingered around my nose.

He slowly, tentatively, opened his eyes a crack.

What came into view was the familiar Konoha Jonin vest, and... the slightly undulating curves of a young girl.

Looking further up, there is a gentle and serene profile.

Her long, brown hair fell smoothly down, and her long eyelashes, like two small fans, cast soft shadows on her cheeks.

It's Lin.

He was resting his head on Lin's lap.

Knee pillow!

It's Lin's lap pillow!

Qianxuan's brain exploded with a bang.

Happiness can come so suddenly!

He abruptly closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and tried to make himself look like a peaceful "corpse".

Just kidding, if I woke up now, I wouldn't be Shuo Ye Qianxuan, given this god-given opportunity.

He even shamelessly adjusted the position of his head, finding a more comfortable angle, and buried his cheeks even deeper.

Hmm, it's just the right firmness and has a pleasant aroma.

Five star rating.

……

Outside the tent.

Obito squatted on the ground, poking at ants listlessly with a twig, his face long and drawn out.

He would glance toward the tent every now and then, his eyes filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Why should I?

Why is it that guy allowed to rest his head on Lin's lap?

Having grown up like this, I've never even held Lin's hand, let alone given her a lap pillow.

"Hey, Kakashi."

Obito nudged the silver-haired boy next to him who was reading a book with his elbow.

Kakashi didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Let me tell you,"

Obito lowered his voice, his face displaying an extremely serious expression.

"Next time, next time if I'm too exhausted, you better stay away from me."

Kakashi paused in his book-flipping motion.

"I must find the perfect angle to fall headfirst into Lin's arms!"

Obito clenched his fist, his eyes burning with a flame called "dream".

Kakashi closed the book, turned his head, and looked him up and down with his dead fish eyes.

"You?"

He spoke calmly.

"I'm afraid you'll trip over your own feet and fall flat on your face before you even reach Lin."

"What do you know!"

Obito instantly bristled.

"Let me tell you, I can now form mudras with my feet! And twelve mudras at that, all in five seconds!"

As he spoke, he lifted his foot, ready to give Kakashi a live demonstration of "footwork."

Kakashi silently moved to the side.

Seeing his disgusted look only fueled Obito's enthusiasm.

"Hmph, once I've saved enough money, I'll go learn medical ninjutsu from Senior Sengen!"

He straightened his chest, and his face regained its radiance of admiration.

"When the time comes, I will be like him, a hero who saves everyone!"

"By then, Lin will definitely..."

He chuckled to himself, lost in some beautiful fantasy.

Kakashi looked at his silly expression, shook his head, and reopened the book in his hand.

Hero?

His gaze returned to the quiet tent.

maybe.

That always-joking, unserious man seemed to possess some kind of incredible magic that could turn the worst of the worst into heroes.