Chapter 27: Studying Medicine Cannot Save the Rain Country (Please Give Me a Monthly Ticket!!)

The top floor of the administrative building, through the dark and misty sky,

is like a skinny giant wearing a gray coat, quietly watching over this land.

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

And the one responsible for ringing the bells is the Dawn that blows up the night.

Click!

The door on the top floor of the administrative building was pushed open, rolling up the disordered airflow, and Nagato walked in wearing black clothes and holding a black umbrella.

And this floor was already full of all black-clothed figures, wearing white masks and exuding a cold and murderous atmosphere.

Even though the top floor seemed crowded, there was still no sense of noise. Only the rustling of footsteps and clothes could be heard, and only occasionally could the voices of low-volume discussions be heard.

Even in silence, with just a glance from each other, they could tacitly complete the division of labor.

They were like black owls, running at the funerals of different people.

Even when they saw Nagato coming in, they did not react at all.

Nagato didn't care about this at all. He walked into the room slowly and then went straight to the bathroom.

After locking the door and checking the lock to make sure no one would suddenly break in, Nagato leaned against the door tiredly, holding his waist with one hand and taking off his clothes with the other.

The clothes under the windbreaker were soaked with cold sweat. After peeling off the bloody bandages layer by layer, the scabs and cracked wounds on the right lower abdomen were exposed.

Nagato bit the towel in his mouth, took out the medicine box from the cabinet without looking back, took a few deep breaths and exerted force suddenly, gritted his teeth and wiped the wound carefully with an alcohol cotton ball.

"Ugh!!"

The instantaneous severe pain made him almost exhausted, and his eyes suddenly went dark. He slowly recovered his vision half a minute later.

He didn't apply the special ointment until the wound stopped bleeding, took out the gauze and pressed it on the wound and wrapped it with a bandage.

"Tsk!"

Nagato gritted his teeth, squinted his eyes and cursed in a low voice: "A guy of that level can still make me so embarrassed."

I thought that the guy codenamed "Owl" was just a supporting guy, but I didn't expect that the other party's perception ability was strong enough to detect him who suddenly appeared behind him.

In the end, just as my brother said meaningfully just now.

The counterattack before death still injured him.

The large amount of adrenaline secreted made him feel no pain at the time, but after the tense nerves were relaxed, the pain was doubled as if in revenge.

"Huh!"

Nagato exhaled a little irritably, pushed his sweat-soaked red hair back, lowered his head to untie the black bandage in front of his eyes, closed his eyes and looked up at the mirror in the bathroom.

After a moment, his trembling eyelids slowly opened, and his whole temperament changed instantly.

What kind of eyes are those!

The purple circular winding lines extend inward on the pupils, and under the light, they seem to wriggle slightly as the pupils shrink. The erratic purple light in the depths is like a will-o'-the-wisp.

While giving people a sense of enchanting beauty, it is also full of evil and profound breath, which makes people feel uncomfortable psychologically.

"..."

The mirror reflects the aggressive purple pupils, and those eyes reflect Nagato's pale face, and a touch of disgust rises on his face uncontrollably.

As his perception ability is developed more and more powerful, he can detect the evil feeling of these eyes more and more, and the chakra is full of disgusting breath.

The stench has nothing in common with his own breath, and he can even feel that his own chakra is being infected in the opposite direction.

Nagato also believes more in the excuse that Kumokawa seems to have said unintentionally.

——These are indeed a pair of "cursed" eyes!

According to the original plot development, he should have met Jiraiya who was looking for the child of prophecy, and thus be regarded as a hope for peace.

But unlike the original development, Kumokawa found Nagato first.

He did not have Jiraiya's hope of saving the world because of these eyes, nor did he regard these eyes as something extraordinary, nor did he regard them as a life-saving straw because of Yahiko's death.

Without Jiraiya's preconceived cognition, coupled with the Uzumaki clan's strong innate perception ability to judge whether the other party is lying by sensing other people's chakra.

Nagato easily discovered the abnormality of these eyes, and smelled more terrifying smells through memories.

He once briefly felt a sense of being spied on, but that feeling disappeared almost instantly, so briefly that he even doubted whether it was an illusion.

"... It's okay."

He slowly closed his eyes, tied the black bandage again, and whispered: "It's just a pair of eyes, that's all!"

In this case, there is no need.

Nagato's drooping face was full of indifference, and the words in his mouth seemed to be talking to himself, and it seemed to be talking to himself in the mirror.

The most important thing now is to get in shape.

Go to meet the "relatives" mentioned by his brother.

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"A pair of cursed eyes? Suspected to be able to reversely affect the owner's mind?"

Looking at the conclusion given by the "psychologist" in the report, Yahiko's thick eyebrows were tightly twisted into a ball and whispered: "Does such a terrible thing really exist?"

In addition to Nagato, there are a full thirty people recorded in this report.

Of course, except for Nagato, they are all anonymous.

"That psychologist is a guy with special and rare talents."

Yunchuan knocked on the table and explained casually: "Her main task is to serve as the 'psychiatrist' of Dawn members, observing and evaluating their mental state through questioning and contact."

These thirty people are the most typical representatives. Their problems are emotionality, nightmares and bloodlust.

Yunchuan was not too surprised by this result.

After all, even children under the age of ten have several lives on their hands. Even in Konoha, the leading teacher will protect the genin to kill bandits.

Uchiha Fugaku even went so far as to bring his three-year-old son to the battlefield so that he could witness with his own eyes the people who were fighting and hating each other in the war.

When Itachi asked him why people who were strangers to each other were fighting pointlessly, Fugaku said of course: This is not a fight between people, but a fight between countries.

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 people have their own demands, when they have demands, they will develop desires and then squeeze the living space of others.

But instead of thinking about how to make a big plate, they stared at the cake and beat themselves to death...

Of course, Kumokawa had no dissatisfaction with the ninjas. He just felt sorry for their deaths. If they had become tools in his hands, they would have been able to create more value.

Endless wars, years of constant conflict.

Human life is like fine snowflakes, turning into incomplete mist in the flames of war.

You don’t even need to touch it, it will melt into the heaven and earth.

With the harsh environment and cruel and bloody education methods of the ninja world, which is full of wars, it is strange that these guys who have been trained to be executioners since childhood do not have psychological distortions.

In contrast, Yunchuan still attaches great importance to Mingxiao's mental state.

What he wants is military strength, so that he can serve as an instructor even after retirement, not a group of insensitive killing tools that can only be scrapped at home after the war ends.

Without the thought to control powerful strength, he is just a rampaging barbaric maniac.

After several psychological counseling sessions by the "psychiatrist", the psychological problems of Dawn members were relieved a lot.

"well."

Thinking of this, Yunchuan sighed with a headache and murmured: "In the final analysis, we still need military restructuring and education reform..."

If you want to completely reform the ideological outlook of a country, the system will always be the ultimate issue that cannot be ignored.

The important economic pillar of the Ninja Village, in addition to the daimyo's allocation, is the so-called mission share.

Ninja actually earns money by completing employment tasks, of which Ninja Village only serves as a platform to draw commissions from it.

This kind of complete mission employment is basically a mercenary organization.

During the war, the reason for gathering these "mercenaries" became the so-called "family and country".

It's simply nondescript. How can it look like the highest military and defense institution?

"That's right, boss."

Yahiko looked away from the report, looked up at Kumokawa and asked curiously: "What kind of 'psychiatrist' is this, is he still in the city?"

"...her."

Yun Chuan came back to his senses, looked out the window and shook his head with a smile. His eyes were looking at the northeast, and he said calmly: "She was sent by me to the Kingdom of Thunder to perform an important mission."

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

Boom! !

At the same time, on a towering mountain peak filled with clouds and mist, Yunyin Village was awakened by the thunder wrapped in a white python crossing the horizon.

"Ah sneeze!"

In the hospital ward of Yunyin Village, a young woman wearing glasses sneezed.

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

His dark-skinned face was painted with dark blue diamond-shaped makeup lines, and his half-white, half-green hair looked particularly weird. His whole person exuded an aura of confusion that was visible to the naked eye.

"Don't worry, Fukai." The woman waved her hand, her temperament returned to its original gentleness, she looked at the man and smiled slightly, "Let's continue the previous topic."

"Does it hurt to be a jinchuriki?"