Naruto: Starting from the time when the Six Paths of Pain was Kira Yoshikage

At night, the moon silently hangs on the branches, its hazy light spilling across the earth, as if the whole world is covered with a silver blanket.

Konan gently covered the sleeping Nagato with a blanket, feeling his soft breathing. Her eyes were extremely tender. After a moment, she looked up at Yahiko... no, Pain, who was standing not far away, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

She didn't know if what Nagato was doing was right or wrong, but even if it was wrong, she would stand by Nagato's side without hesitation, even if hell lay ahead.

She had a premonition, perhaps a woman's intuition, that Nagato would encounter many more difficulties in the future.

To help Nagato, one needs great strength, and Konan has never felt such an urgent desire to become stronger.

I will stand by your side until the very end.

Konan leaned back on the sofa not far from Nagato, her gaze still fixed on him. Before long, her eyelids began to grow heavier and heavier until she slowly closed her eyes.

Both of them hadn't slept for days, especially Konan, who had to constantly worry about Nagato's condition. Now that she could finally relax, she was extremely tired and couldn't hold on any longer...

Time passed by, the moon rose high in the sky, and the two of them gradually became steady and rhythmic in their breathing, clearly having drifted off to sleep.

Only Yahiko, who had assumed the alias Pain, remained in the room, standing like a loyal samurai, silently protecting the two.

Under the moonlight, those Rinnegan eyes shone with a unique brilliance, as if something was flowing on them.

Just as Nagato's mind fell into a deep sleep, the boy from another world suddenly opened his eyes.

He sat up abruptly from the bed almost like an ejaculation, quickly surveyed his unfamiliar surroundings, his mind racing, and finally his face was filled with question marks.

"Where am I? Where's Xiao Nan? Wasn't I with Xiao Nan?"

"Are you under a spell?!"

This was Nagato's first thought. He immediately used the method of dispelling genjutsu to mobilize the chakra in his body, but nothing happened, and he couldn't even sense any chakra.

Then, as if remembering something, he immediately reached behind him, only to find nothing there.

"It's gone! The black rod that was constantly absorbing chakra from my back is gone!"

He looked down at his lower body again, and his legs were no longer in the broken state they had been before, but were normal human legs!

"Time travel? Another time travel?"

Fortunately, Nagato had already gone through it once, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to adapt so quickly.

"I just took a nap, and I've already transmigrated again? Who transmigrates again so soon after only a few days?!"

Nagato sighed, unsure whether to be happy or sad.

He regained a perfectly intact body, but seemed to have lost his power as a 'god'.

Well, some things are beyond my control, like how I don't even know how I ended up in Nagato's body.

Fortunately, Nagato has a good mental fortitude; an ordinary person would have needed to withdraw into themselves for a while to recover.

After a quick look around the room, judging from the furniture and furnishings, the character he had transmigrated into again must be quite poor.

The reason is simple: it's more like a cave than a house, and a drafty one at that. If you stand at the window for a while, you can feel the sand washing your face. And if you live in a cave, where can you get money?

"Being poor is one thing, but at least my legs are still in good shape."

As the saying goes, "misfortune may be a blessing in disguise, and blessing may be a misfortune in disguise," only those who have personally experienced disability will understand that a healthy body is more important than anything else.

Just as Nagato was about to go out to find out where he had been transported to and whether he was still in the Naruto world, a surprised voice suddenly rang out behind him.

"Young Master Yamcha, you're awake!"

Upon hearing the sound, Nagato immediately turned his head and saw a blue, cat-like creature speaking human language, looking at him with great excitement.

It's clearly a cat, but you can see the excitement on its face.

It's amazing.

But none of that matters. The important thing is that it's floating in the air!

"?"

A flying blue kitten?

You're not named Happy, are you?

Is there a pink-haired creature nearby that can breathe fire?

At that moment, many characters flashed through Nagato's mind.

However, the cat had no idea what Nagato was thinking; it simply pounced on Nagato with a happy expression.

Nagato, whose thoughts were wandering elsewhere, was startled by the sudden appearance of the other party and instinctively turned to the side to avoid it.

The flying blue cat missed its target and, as it turned around, met Nagato's unfamiliar gaze, causing a sudden tightness in its chest.

"Young Master Yamcha, what's wrong? It's me, Poole! Don't scare Poole!"

The flying blue cat stretched out its little paw, pointing nervously at itself, looking as if it had suffered a great injustice, with tears gushing from the corners of its eyes like a fountain.

Wait, what did he just call me?

Nagato then realized that the name the other person had called out... seemed... off.

A flying cat? A desert? Yamcha?

When the three pieces of information came together, an ominous premonition arose in my mind.

Without bothering to explain, Nagato hurriedly called out to the blue cat, "Mirror, Poole, tell me where the mirror is!"

Upon hearing Nagato call its name accurately, the flying blue cat immediately stopped crying. It gazed at Nagato with its big, watery eyes for a moment, then pointed to the room next door and honestly replied, "It's in the room next door, Master Yamcha."

The so-called room was actually just another entrance to the cave, but Nagato couldn't care less about that at the moment; he was eager to know the answer.

"No way, it can't be what I'm thinking, right?!"

When Nagato rushed to the mirror and looked at the image in it that was both strange and familiar, he didn't know how to describe his feelings at that moment.

He wore an orange-yellow scarf around his neck, a green vest-style Tang suit, a white cloth belt around his waist, loose black training pants and cloth shoes, and had flowing long hair and a dashing and handsome face.

He already knew where he was.

The name of the person being replaced is obvious—Yamcha!

Dragon Ball?!

If we're talking about which world is the most dangerous, the world of Dragon Ball would probably rank among the top few. Even though this world has the Dragon Balls, which have the power to grant wishes, no one can withstand the constant threat of world destruction.

Something is wrong!

Something's not right!

Nagato was extremely excited, not only because he had now become Yamcha, a supporting male character with a significant role in the early stages of Dragon Ball, but also because...

"I think I'm sensing a fluctuation of chakra? But then again, no, this power isn't chakra, but it seems... stronger?"

When he looked up at himself in the mirror again, he was completely stunned.

Because my reflection in the mirror showed my eyes had turned light purple with six circles on them.

"The Rinnegan... The Rinnegan! It's the Rinnegan!"

At the same time, a name inexplicably surfaced in Nagato's mind: Pain's Six Paths—Yamucha (Tendo).

The way of heaven? Yamu tea?

Something's wrong, something's not right with my Pain Six Paths!