Naruto: I am regarded as a savior with villain template

Chapter 26 Psychological Observation Record Report

Boom...boom...boom...

The melodious sound of the bell was like the sound of a shepherd's flute, and the entire City of Dawn woke up after the sound of the bell, running like a machine.

The bells of City of Dawn ring twice a day, the first time to signal the dawn of the sun, and the second time to mark the late night curfew.

Doors in the residential area opened one after another, and groups of lambs quietly walked out of the houses.

Wearing raincoats or hats, they subconsciously looked up at the administrative building in the distance and saw the rare sunlight splitting the dim dawn and shining on the sparse grass, creating a halo of dew.

They prayed gratefully in their hearts and praised the beautiful weather today before walking outside in the hazy drizzle.

Knock knock!

Nagato's eyes were a little dark, his face looked a little tired, and he knocked on the door rhythmically.

After a while, he heard Kumokawa's voice coming from inside the door:

"Come in."

Hearing this, Nagato adjusted his demeanor, his face became calm again, and he immediately opened the door.

But after entering the door, the first thing he noticed was not Kumokawa, but the figure hanging on the horizontal bar like dried salted fish.

Even if his eyes were covered, the sense of déjà vu was too strong.

Nagato's eyes became a little weird, and finally he couldn't help but take a deep look before walking towards Kumokawa who was sitting at the table.

After walking in, he felt that Konan was sitting on the side and folding paper, while Kumokawa was looking down at a document.

--"Feasibility Report on the Construction of Vegetable Greenhouses and Soilless Cultivation Technology".

Even if Nagato didn't see the words on the document, he knew it was something he couldn't understand.

He glanced at it very naturally and skillfully, and took out a paper document from his arm.

"You came very early." Kumokawa put down the documents, picked up the hot water cup on the side, and turned to look at Nagato beside him, "Didn't you sleep last night?"

As he spoke, he wiped the scarlet stain on Nagato's clothes with a towel, and could smell a rusty smell that belonged to blood.

"I'm free, I'll interrogate you by the way."

Nagato couldn't help but glance sideways at the living room, his tone full of uncontrollable weirdness: "How long has he been here?"

On the horizontal bar, Yahiko had two small iron pieces hanging on his body and a ball of paper stuffed in his nose. He was doing pull-ups with all his strength. His face was grimacing with a grimace. The ground was covered with traces of water.

When Nagato first walked in and saw Yahiko, he almost thought he was so sleepy that he went to the wrong door.

"Only an hour." Kumokawa didn't even look back and chuckled, "He secretly poured out the water when he was drinking."

Hearing this, Nagato couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, feeling helpless at his brother's bad taste, and becoming more and more certain that Yahiko was an idiot.

"Boss, isn't it enough? I'm dying!"

Seeing Nagato looking towards him, as if seeing a life-saving straw, Yahiko let out a shrill cry.

Ignoring Yahiko's screams, Kumokawa looked at the document in Nagato's hand and asked, "Did you bring me any good news?"

"Is the information about the Fire Country's daimyo good news?"

Nagato put the thin blood-red report in Kumokawa's hand and said calmly: "It's all in vain that we made so many preparations. That guy can't even see the obvious trap. Is that guy really someone who is valued by the Daimyo of the Land of Fire?"

With Kumokawa's character, how could he leave such a big omission? It would only lead you into a trap.

"Don't underestimate the wisdom of others. Only fools think others are stupid."

"Fogdu underestimated us because he was too confident in his abilities, so he didn't expect that he would fail in an unknown place. I don't want to see you die silently in a funny way."

Looking at Nagato, who wanted to praise but was still pretending to be mature, Kumokawa reminded him lightly, and then patted him with a smile before he became frustrated: "However, you did a good job and you did not betray my trust."

"Akatsuki can be safely left to you."

Kumokawa understands children like Yahiko and Nagato who lack love very well.

Sure enough, after hearing his sudden change of words, the corners of Nagato's originally downward curled mouth froze, and he took a breath, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curve.

Human beings always have their own reasons for survival.

After all, it is for whom you stand out, for whom you work hard, for whom you want to get praise and approval from.

Only when people know what they are living for can they endure any kind of life.

"Boss, I'm going to die!!" Yahiko's ghostly scream sounded again.

Konan, who was concentrating on origami, couldn't help but raise her head and glanced at Kumokawa hesitantly to say what she wanted to say.

"Ignore him. If you have the strength to shout, it means you still have the strength to keep doing it."

"You ate so much yesterday, why don't you digest it today?"

Sensing Konan's eyes, Kumokawa showed a smile on his face, looking like a devil: "You must hang in there even if you can't do it."

Kumokawa didn't even pay attention to Yahiko. Anyway, as long as he didn't let go, Yahiko couldn't get off the horizontal bar.

In addition to his strong emotional contagion, this kid's only other advantage may be his tough character.

If I have to say something, it may be because of his contagiousness or because he is weak. I am not afraid that he will not be able to climb up, but I am afraid that he will not be able to support me.

Besides, it's just ordinary physical training. Do pull-ups for a few hours, lift a barbell hundreds of times, and then run outside until you're dehydrated.

At most, the muscles would be sore and groaning non-stop when sleeping at night. With adequate nutrition, Yahiko would not really be exhausted from training.

"Why don't you go and give him some experience?"

After thinking for a moment, Kumokawa turned to look at Nagato, raised his head towards Yahiko, and signaled.

Nagato didn't say anything, nodded and walked over.

"Red-haired gloomy brat! What are you going to do?"

Seeing Nagato coming over, Yahiko stopped screaming, stretched out his funny face, and shouted: "I'm warning you, don't take advantage of others like last time! I'll give you a kick directly. Believe it or not..."

Before he could finish his words, Nagato's next action made his eyes widen.

I saw Nagato walking up to the three large pieces of iron that Kumokawa had used before, reaching out and picking up the bottom piece. Standing steadily, he exerted force from his Iegs to his waist, and lifted the large piece of iron with a soft sound.

"The blacksmith added some special heavy metals to it." Kumokawa's causal explanation came from behind, "It cannot be used to forge weapons, but it is suitable for training."

Nagato held it in front of his chest for more than ten seconds, his face became slightly red with blood, and then he put down the big iron piece.

"It's really useful." He nodded, then glanced sideways at Yahiko, who was stunned and had a ghostly expression on his face, and the super-small iron piece on his body, and said sarcastically, "It's enough to use it for fun."

After saying that, Nagato walked to the horizontal bar and bent down. He looked up at Yahiko, whose face was so red that he couldn't hold it back. Under his horrified gaze, he picked up the water bottle at his feet and put it into his pocket.

"Then I'll leave first." There was a smile on Nagato's lips, and there was also some familiar bad taste.

But before he walked out of the room, Kumokawa seemed to think of something.

"By the way, don't forget to send that guy's head to the Fire Nation's Daimyo Mansion as a meeting gift."

"Also, you should take a rest after you go back. You and I will go on a long trip tomorrow. I will take you to see your relatives."

Nagato's steps stagnated, and then he waved his hand without looking back, indicating that he understood, and walked out.

At this time, Yahiko recovered from the shock of the scene just now.

"Hey! Hey hey! Bastard! What do you mean?! Come back here and explain clearly!!"

Yahiko yelled loudly while hanging on the horizontal bar, Kicking Nagato's back repeatedly, his face flushed with embarrassment.

But in his mind, he remembered the previous scene. He curiously wanted to move the three large pieces of iron, but he turned red and blushed before even moving it.

In the end, he was so stubborn that his blood vessels were about to burst. Only after being stopped by Kumokawa did he realize that he had a nosebleed.

Who knows how Kumokawa managed to hang this thing on his leg and do pull-ups!

He thought that except for the humanoid monster Kumokawa, it was impossible for anyone to move that thing, but Nagato directly broke his luck.

"Damn red-haired gloomy muscular brat!" Yahiko gritted his teeth, stretched his hands hard, pulled up with a ferocious face, and shouted, "I will never give up!!"

thump!

Watching Nagato's frail figure disappear before his eyes, Kumokawa tapped his fingers on the table, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

After pondering for a moment, Kumokawa took out a sealed file bag from the drawer and turned to look at Yahiko, who was lying on the ground like a salted fish that had lost its color.

"Don't rush to drink water after strenuous exercise." He pulled out the documents in the portfolio and immediately waved to Yahiko, "Come here, I want to show you something."

That file bag says 'Psychological Observation Record Report of Serving Members of the Third Akatsuki'.

The name of the first document is "Tsukimi Sato Nagato", and the column for the reporter only has four words.

--"psychiatrist".