Naruto: Did i Just Get Reincarnated as Gojo?

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"Got it, Kaa-san~"

"See you later, pretty lady!" The little girl shoved the milk tea into Konan's hands and then skipped back to her mom.

The mother, sporting a gentle smile, added a final blow: "She really likes you~ You must be a kind person."

When Konan came back to her senses, the mother and child were already gone.

She was left standing there, dazed.

The afternoon sun was sweltering, and the milk tea in her hand was warm, but Konan's heart felt like it had plunged into an ice cave...

"Although I don't know how long it will take…"

"But what I'm doing is helping Nagato complete his revenge on Konoha. Konoha will be destroyed. These villagers will all die."

"Soon, everyone will die. That little girl and her mother, too…"

"No… they'll be killed by Nagato. he's already starting to lose it, he would do that. He loathes with hatred, but is also forced to inflict pain on Konoha as punishment. Even so, how many Konoha civilians will survive?"

"After this, there will be no way for Amegakure to survive… Everything will be gone."

"Houses, civilians, animals, scenery… How would the us from back when we were kids, or during our time with Jiraiya-sensei, view our current selves? Yahiko?"

Konan stopped, her gaze drawn to a woman passing by, a woman with a large, pregnant belly and a kind, maternal glow.

"Should the ones suffering from the wars started by the major villages be us, the people of Amegakure?"

"But inflicting pain on the major Shinobi villages, making them fear and respect us, that can bring peace, too…"

Konan's vision blurred, the infernal scenes of hell overlapping with the bustling commercial street. The joyful laughter turned into haunting wails, constantly questioning her, asking why she wouldn't stop all of this…

Once again, Konan struggled between the bonds of friendship and her own conscience.

Her body swayed, stumbling through the commercial district, desperate to escape Konoha, to return to Yūkaku-jō, to return to the newly established Akatsuki base, to find a sliver of peace.

Being alive… is about finding peace of mind.

Where was her peace of mind? Was it stepping up to stop Nagato, to prevent the Shinra Tensei from descending? Or was it destroying everything in Konoha, letting these disturbing sights and sounds disappear?

Only when he was alone did Nagato reveal his plans to Konan—

Using the power of the tailed beasts to create a weapon capable of instantly destroying an entire nation.

Then, he would distribute this weapon to every country, causing countless lives to vanish in an instant. Only then would people feel fear, and this fear would suppress war, forcing the Shinobi world to make peace.

In other words, Nagato believed that the current system of distributing tailed beasts wasn't powerful enough. He wanted to create an even greater deterrent.

If Nagato controlled this power himself, it would be terrorism. So, from the beginning, Nagato intended to distribute this power, turning it into a mutually assured destruction.

Alternatively, the kind-hearted Nagato couldn't bear to see so many deaths, so he targeted Konoha, which had hurt him the most. Destroying Konoha, killing two birds with one stone, would let the Shinobi world understand the meaning of this power.

Either way, Konoha was going to get leveled.

"Where is peace of mind…?"

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My father, Kazuma, was a landowner. In his prime, he owned over forty houses in the Daimyo's capital. Our family had produced officials, merchants—we even contributed to the Daimyo's treasury, supplying ninja tools.

Wealth never lasts three generations." It's true. Even a mountain of gold can be—squandered.

By the time I was born, our family's fortune had dwindled. We divided our assets. My father received his share—enough to live comfortably. But he—chose a different path. He became obsessed with ninjutsu, joined the Guardian Ninja Twelve, and spent everything on training and equipment.

In his youth, he indulged in every vice. But in middle age, he wanted to—serve the Daimyo. He left me—penniless. Poverty—it's a disease. When we had money, the casino owners treated me like royalty. Now—they chased me away.

When you're desperate, morals—don't matter. I decided to—ask my dead father for money. He'd been executed for plotting against Konoha, buried alongside his fellow Guardian Ninja. They always carried their savings with them.

I'd get enough from his—colleagues to—live comfortably.

I dug a tunnel, overcoming countless obstacles, reaching the Daimyo's underground mausoleum. The Guardian Ninja, even in death, served the Daimyo.

The floors were crystal, the chandeliers—decayed, rats scurrying in the corners. The air was damp, the artifacts—ruined. I couldn't touch the crystal—I'd be executed. But my father's belongings—that was different.

I found his tomb, and then…

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Kazuma's second son, Ushimatsu, looked terrified, staring at the scene before him, clutching his mouth, barely able to breathe.

He saw—

"Looking for buried treasure? One mountain range after another. If every mountain pass is heavily guarded, there must be Shinobi dwelling within!"

"That's the place, no doubt about it!"

Black Zetsu, had infiltrated the Land of Fire's Daimyo's mausoleum before Kazuma. He found the tomb where the Guardian Shinobi were buried and effortlessly unearthed the bodies of Kazuma and the others, who had attempted to overthrow Konoha.

Looking at the mutilated bodies of Kazuma, Fudo, and Fuka, Black Zetsu shook his head.

"Tsk, tsk, I don't quite understand you humans and your fascination with… certain things."

"However, since the customer has requested it, you will become the chosen ones!"

Black Zetsu took out a sealing scroll, unrolled it, and activated the pre-set Edo Tensei procedure.

The earth beneath surged, engulfing Kazuma and the others…

When the black coffins, summoned by the jutsu, opened, the previously mutilated Kazuma and his two companions were now lifelike puppets. Thanks to Hiruko's modifications, the Edo Tensei bodies looked more human.

Black Zetsu was intrigued. He poked the Edo Tensei bodies. Although he could still feel that the skin was made of earth, it had gained some semblance of human elasticity.

It was like… red bean paste filling inside mochi. It looked the part, but only by taking a bite would you know the difference.

After storing the Edo Tensei bodies of Kazuma and his companions in the sealing scroll, Black Zetsu waved his hand, casually opening the coffins of several previous generations of Guardian Shinobi and taking them as well.

These former Guardian Shinobi, while not as powerful, were still useful. Once Hiruko mastered controlling more Edo Tensei… he could resurrect these former Guardian Shinobi, which would still be a considerable force.

The preparations for the Fourth Shinobi World War were proceeding smoothly.

Just then, Black Zetsu's face showed a hint of danger. He violated every physiological law by turning his head a full 180 degrees, his eyes locked onto Ushimatsu, who was hiding behind a rock wall, spying.

After killing him, Black Zetsu sank back into the earth, using the Mayfly Technique to quickly travel towards Yūkaku-jō.

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Night fell.

Alone in the Yūkaku-jō base, staring at the starry sky, Konan felt a disturbance from underground and looked down.

Black Zetsu, carrying a large sealing scroll, appeared before her.

"I've brought back all the necessary—materials."

'Thud'

Black Zetsu once again released the Edo Tensei bodies.

Kazuma and his companions, along with the perverted clients' animal friends… Konan's mouth twitched slightly.

Suddenly, she paused, her gaze fixed on something.

She pointed angrily at a woman in civilian clothes, her face filled with rage. "Why did you kill her?!"

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