Naruto: I, the villain template, was hailed as a savior.

Chapter 27 Studying Medicine Won't Save the Land of Rain (Seeking Monthly Tickets!!)

The top floor of the administration building pierced through the gloomy, misty sky.

It's like a gaunt giant wearing a gray coat, quietly watching over this land.

This is the highest point in the entire Dawn City, and also the place where the bells are rung at dawn.

And the one responsible for ringing the bell is the one who ushers in the dawn from the night.

Click!

The door to the top floor of the administration building was pushed open, creating a chaotic gust of air, and Nagato, dressed in black and carrying a black umbrella, walked in.

The floor was already filled with figures dressed entirely in black, wearing white masks and exuding a cold and murderous aura.

Even though the top floor looked crowded, there was no sense of noise at all. The only sounds were the rustling of footsteps and clothes, and only occasionally could one hear low-pitched discussions.

Even in silence, a single glance is enough for them to tacitly complete their division of labor.

They are like black owls, flitting about at different people's funerals.

Even when they saw Nagato walk in, they didn't react at all.

Nagato paid no attention to this, walked slowly into the room, and went straight into the washroom.

After locking the door and checking the lock to make sure no one would suddenly break in, Nagato leaned wearily against the door, one hand on her waist and the other taking off her clothes.

The clothes under the trench coat were soaked with cold sweat. After peeling off the layers of blood-stained bandages, a scabbed and reopened wound was revealed on the lower right abdomen.

Nagato bit the towel in her mouth, took out the first-aid kit from the cabinet without turning her head, took a few deep breaths and exerted force, gritting her teeth as she carefully wiped the wound with an alcohol swab.

"Ugh!!"

The sudden, intense pain nearly drained him of his strength, and his vision went completely black for half a minute before slowly returning.

Only apply the special ointment after the wound has stopped bleeding, then take out gauze, press it on the wound, and wrap it with a bandage.

"whispering sound!"

Nagato gritted his teeth, squinted, and muttered under his breath, "Someone of that caliber can still make me look this pathetic."

I thought the guy codenamed "Owl" was just a support character, but I didn't expect his perception to be so strong that he could detect me when I suddenly appeared behind him.

Finally, just as my brother said meaningfully.

His final, desperate attempt to kill him still managed to injure him.

The surge of adrenaline made him feel no pain at the time, but once his tense nerves relaxed, the pain intensified as if in retaliation.

"call!"

Nagato let out a slightly irritated sigh, swept her sweat-soaked red hair back, bent down to untie the black bandage in front of her, closed her eyes, and looked up at the bathroom mirror.

A moment later, his trembling eyelids slowly opened, and his entire demeanor instantly changed.

What kind of eyes were those!

Purple, circular, meandering patterns extend inwards across the pupil, seemingly writhing slightly as the pupil contracts under the light, with a faint purple glow flickering deep within like a will-o'-the-wisp.

While giving off a bewitching beauty, it is also filled with a sinister and profound aura, making people feel psychologically uncomfortable.

"..."

The mirror reflected aggressive purple eyes, which in turn reflected Nagato's pale face, a look of disgust rising uncontrollably across his own.

As his senses became more developed, he became increasingly aware of the sinister aura emanating from those eyes, and the chakra within them was filled with a nauseating scent.

The stench had nothing in common with his own aura, and he could even feel his own chakra being corrupted in the opposite direction.

Nagato thus became even more convinced that Yun Chuan's seemingly unintentional excuse was true.

These are indeed eyes that have been "cursed"!

According to the original plot, he was supposed to encounter Jiraiya, who was searching for the Child of Prophecy, and thus be seen as a hope for peace.

However, unlike the original plan, Yun Chuan found Nagato first.

He did not place his hopes for saving the world on these eyes because of Jiraiya, nor did he regard them as anything extraordinary, nor did he see them as a lifeline because of Yahiko's death.

Without Jiraiya's preconceived notions, coupled with the Uzumaki clan's powerful innate ability to sense whether someone is lying by sensing their chakra, he was at a disadvantage.

Nagato easily noticed the abnormality in those eyes, and through his memories, he sensed something even more chilling.

He briefly sensed that he was being watched, but the feeling disappeared almost instantly, so quickly that he even doubted whether it was his imagination.

"...It's okay."

He slowly closed his eyes, re-bandaged them with black bandages, and whispered, "It was just a pair of eyes, that's all!"

If that's the case, then there's no need for it.

Nagato's lowered face was completely indifferent, and the words he spoke seemed to be talking to himself, or perhaps rambling to his reflection in the mirror.

The most important thing now is to get myself in the right state of mind.

To visit the "relatives" mentioned by my elder brother.

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"A pair of cursed eyes? Suspecting they can influence their owner's sanity in reverse?"

Looking at the report and the conclusion given by the "psychologist," Yahiko's thick brows furrowed tightly as he whispered, "Does something really exist that terrifying?"

Aside from Nagato, the report records the names of a total of thirty people.

Of course, everyone except Nagato is anonymous.

"That psychiatrist is someone with a special and rare talent."

Yun Chuan tapped the table and casually explained, "Her main task is to act as the 'psychologist' for the Dawn members, observing and assessing their mental state through questioning and physical contact."

These thirty people are the most typical examples, and their problems include emotional instability, nightmares, and a bloodlust.

Yun Chuan wasn't too surprised by the result.

After all, even children under ten years old have taken several lives, and even in Konoha, genin are protected by their instructors when they go to kill bandits.

Fugaku Uchiha went so far as to bring his three-year-old son to the battlefield, so that he could witness firsthand the bloodshed and hatred among the warring people.

When Itachi asked him why strangers would engage in pointless fighting, Fugaku replied matter-of-factly: This is not a fight between people, but a fight between nations.

Yes, that's right.

Every country seems to have endless reasons, and every country seems to have endless demands.

Resources, hatred, politics, population, environment...

Since we are human beings, we have our own needs. Having needs will breed desires, which will then squeeze the living space of others.

But instead of trying to expand their business, they're fixated on that small piece of cake and fighting tooth and nail for it...

Of course, Yun Chuan had no complaints about the ninjas; he was just saddened by their deaths. If they had become his tools, they could have created more value.

Endless wars, constant conflicts year after year.

Human life is like fine snowflakes, turning into fragmented mist amidst the flames of war.

It doesn't even need to be touched; it will melt into the world.

Given the perpetually war-torn environment and brutal, bloody educational methods of the ninja world, it would be strange if these guys, trained from childhood to be executioners, didn't develop psychological distortions.

In contrast, Yun Chuan still attached great importance to Fu Xiao's mental state.

What he wanted was military combat capability, so that even after retirement, they could serve as instructors, not a group of numb killing machines that would only be scrapped at home after the war ended.

Without the mindset to manage immense power, one is nothing more than a rampaging, savage madman.

After several sessions of counseling by that "psychologist," the Dawn members' psychological problems were greatly alleviated.

"Ugh."

Thinking of this, Yun Chuan sighed with a headache and murmured, "Ultimately, it still comes down to military reform and education reform..."

If you want to fundamentally reform a country's ideology, the system is always the ultimate issue that cannot be ignored.

The village's main economic pillars, besides the daimyo's funding, are the so-called mission quotas.

The ninjas actually earn money by completing mercenary missions, with the ninja village acting as a platform and taking a cut.

This purely mission-based employment nature essentially makes it a mercenary organization.

During wartime, the reason for gathering these "mercenaries" became the so-called "nation".

It's a complete mishmash, how could it resemble the highest military and defense institution?

"By the way, boss."

Yahiko looked up from the report and asked Yun Chuan curiously, "Is this so-called 'psychologist' still in the city?"

"...Her."

Yun Chuan snapped out of his reverie, looked out the window, smiled, and shook his head. His gaze was fixed on the northeast, and he said calmly, "I've sent her to the Land of Thunder to carry out an important mission."

"I told her that studying medicine wouldn't save the Land of Rain, nor would it save the ninja world."

Rumble!!

Meanwhile, on a towering, cloud-shrouded mountain peak, the Hidden Cloud Village was awakened by thunder carried by a white python streaking across the sky.

"Achoo!"

Inside a hospital ward in Kumogakure, a young woman wearing glasses sneezed.

"Doctor?" The man sitting in front of her instinctively showed concern.

His dark-skinned face was painted with deep blue diamond patterns, and his half-white, half-green hair looked particularly strange. He exuded a visible sense of bewilderment.

"Don't worry, Fukai." The woman waved her hand, her demeanor returning to its usual gentleness, and smiled slightly at the man. "Let's continue our previous conversation."

"Does becoming a Jinchūriki cause you a lot of pain?"

(End of this chapter)