I founded the "Bragging Cult" in Naruto.

Chapter 710 No matter what you do right, there will always be people deeply mired in error who will try to stop you.

"Konan is not in any major problem, just a chakra depletion. A couple of IV drips of nutrients will do the trick."

Tatsuma slowly moved his hand away, making sure Nagato could tolerate the light, before completely withdrawing it. Hearing Tatsuma's reply, Nagato first breathed a sigh of relief, then realized something and asked in a trembling voice:

"Where is Mimihiko?"

My condolences.

After Tatsuma finished speaking, Nagato's newly transplanted eyes no longer needed the moisturizing effect of eye drops, as tears mixed with traces of blood replaced them.

"We should...we should save him first."

"It's too late, I'm so sorry this happened."

Tatsuma comforted him, his tone sincere and infectious, seemingly genuinely apologizing to Nagato for Yahiko's death. Nagato, understanding Tatsuma's guilt at being unable to save Yahiko, reluctantly shook his head and said:

"You, who says it's none of anyone else's business... are you the Fourth Hokage?"

Nagato could barely make out Tatsuma's outline and tentatively asked, "Hmm, how are you feeling now?"

"My eyes feel..."

He raised his hand and placed it on his forehead, then said, "I remember before I lost consciousness, all my chakra rushed into my eyes; that's probably when it was damaged."

"No, I've had a check-up. It's just that I'm experiencing some discomfort after the surgery. I'll be fine after a rest and some medication."

Nagato couldn't see clearly, otherwise he might have caught the strange smile on Tatsuma's face.

Tatsuma was still thinking about how to make excuses, but now it seemed that Nagato himself had the best answer.

Nagato had calmed down by this point and tried to sit up, but Tatsuma stopped him. Tatsuma then adjusted the bed's angle to keep Nagato in a sitting position. Nagato nodded gratefully and asked:

"Fourth Hokage, why are we in Konoha?"

"Just call me Tatsuma. It was Ooshi and Han who brought you here. They're waiting outside, along with Jiraiya-sensei. Would you like to meet them?"

Whether it was the name of Old Purple and Han, or Jiraiya, Nagato's emotions suddenly fluctuated, and he clenched his fists. After a while, he opened his hands and said:

"Thank you for your help, Brother Chenma."

"It's alright, we're all Jiraiya-sensei's students, so we're practically family."

With a warm and infectious smile, Tatsuma said that Nagato was once again very grateful. He asked Nagato to wait a while and, while he checked his body to see if there was anything else that might be uncomfortable, he left the observation room.

When Nagato's surgery was finished, the lights outside the operating room were already on. Jiraiya and the others were waiting anxiously. When Tatsuma opened the door, Jiraiya quickly asked:

"Tatsuma, Nagato..."

"Everything's fine now, Jiraiya-sensei, Rōshi, and Han, please come in."

Tatsuma nodded, putting everyone at ease. Minato also wanted to go in, but considering that he and Nagato weren't very familiar with each other and were only "friends by chance," he continued to wait outside the operating room.

After leading the group to the observation room, Jiraiya took a deep breath to prepare himself mentally before pushing open the door and entering.

He had already envisioned the possible tragic fate of Nagato and advised himself that no matter what, he must keep Nagato in high spirits, for example, that even if he loses his legs, he should use his hands to achieve his dreams.

But when he opened the door, he saw Nagato sitting perfectly fine on the hospital bed. All the emotions and words of encouragement that Jiraiya had been holding back burst forth, and he rushed to Nagato's side with a look of surprise and joy, and began to examine his body.

Old Purple and Han were both astonished. They were well aware of Nagato's injuries. In their minds, the best outcome would be to amputate both legs and save his life.

As for his condition, he should be extremely weak, but the Nagato before him...

She had both legs intact, and there were no visible scars. Her skin was even more delicate than any girl in the brothel. Her lips and cheeks had the rosy glow of a healthy person with abundant blood and energy.

The two stared at Nagato in astonishment, then looked at Tatsuma in even greater astonishment.

The two knew that Konoha's expertise in medical ninjutsu was unparalleled in the entire ninja world, and they had also heard some legends about it.

For example, he pulled the dead Jonin Kato Dan back from the Lingbo Prison, and he also cured the Third Mizukage, who had lost his internal organs in the great battle, restoring his fighting power.

In the past two years, we have often heard of ninjas who were unfortunately disabled during the war and who have recovered after receiving treatment from Konoha.

But hearing about it is nothing compared to the shock of witnessing it firsthand. Moreover, even if a disabled ninja were to recover, it would be a long rehabilitation process in the minds of Lao Zi and Han.

How long did it take Chenma? Only a little over an hour, right? Even counting the time from when the operating room light came on to when it came on at the end of the surgery, it was less than an hour.

In such a short time, not only was Nagato brought back from the brink of death, but his missing flesh and blood were also fully restored, and he even showed a healthy complexion. This is too much.

"If you two are curious, I can let you experience it."

Tatsuma said with a smile, but although the smile seemed friendly, the two of them felt a chill in their hearts for some reason and quickly shook their heads.

Seeing that the two showed no unusual reaction, Tatsuma completely concealed his hidden killing intent and asked, "What are your thoughts on this incident?"

Upon hearing this, Lao Zi said indignantly, "I really didn't expect that old bastard Onoki would do such a thing! In fact, it's Han and my fault."

If we hadn't joined Akatsuki, perhaps Onoki wouldn't have become suspicious. After all, when we left, our condition was that we would never become enemies of Iwagakure.

Perhaps it was our joining the Akatsuki organization, and the signs that the Akatsuki was poised to replace Hanzo's group, that led Onoki to make this decision.

Han nodded, looked at Nagato on the hospital bed, and said, "I'm sorry about Yahiko."

Nagato stopped talking to Jiraiya, looked at the two of them, shook his head, and said, "I've figured this out. It has nothing to do with you. The main problem is that we crossed Hanzo's bottom line."

Even if it wasn't this time, and not Iwagakure, as long as our Akatsuki organization continues to develop, there will definitely be a day when we are defeated by Hanzo.

And then, just like this time, we'll foolishly and unsuspectingly walk into Hanzo's trap. Perhaps Xiaoxiao shouldn't have appeared in the first place.

As he spoke, a pessimistic look appeared on his face. If it weren't for Akatsuki, perhaps Yahiko wouldn't have died at all.

"Nonsense!"

Jiraiya suddenly became angry and said, "The appearance of Akatsuki is the thing I am most proud of for my disciples. Yahiko's ideal, your ideal is not wrong."

However, no matter what is right, there will always be people deeply entrenched in error who try to stop it. The Akatsuki is not at fault; the ninja world is at fault.

You only want to pull countless people out of the abyss, but you've forgotten how evil the hands that drag people down from the bottom of the abyss are.

Tatsuma nodded and said righteously, "People who are getting wet in the rain can't stand seeing others with umbrellas. People who are rooted in darkness hate the sun the most, because once the sun comes out, darkness only has a corner to hide in."

I believe in your Akatsuki organization. The road may be winding, but the future is bright. Yahiko's death should not be the curtain falling, but the beacon of dawn.

A setback in one phase is a signpost for success in the next. Yahiko was your light in the past; now, it's your turn to illuminate the path ahead, Nagato.

After finishing a large bowl of chicken soup, a glimmer of light seemed to awaken in Nagato's eyes, but after a moment's struggle, he still said, "Coco, I don't know what to do next."

"Want to learn? I'll teach you."

(End of this chapter)