Chapter 0058: Picked Up by a Girl
Konan's expression softened as she watched the Rain Village ninjas retreat. Turning back to me, she smiled gently. "Little sister, my name is Konan. What's your name?"
Yeah, I know you're Konan, I thought to myself. One of the future founders of the Akatsuki, codename White. Yet here you are, acting all gentle and kind-hearted.
The Konan from the original story was a calm and cold strategist, indifferent to almost everything. But this version of her was still young, warm-hearted, and, dare I say, a bit naive.
Yes, naive! Judging someone based on their appearance, assuming a ninja from a rival village isn't a threat just because they look harmless—that's practically asking for trouble. But, in a way, it was convenient for me. At least I didn't have to fight or cause a scene that might mess up negotiations between Konoha and Amegakure.
With a quick brush of my blue hair, I answered, "My name is Hiroto."
"Hiroto-chan? That's a lovely name. It really suits you," Konan said with a smile, her eyes narrowing slightly in affection.
"Does it?" I forced a laugh, silently screaming inside. No, it doesn't suit me at all! Hiroto is a boy's name! I'm a boy! I still have my... well, I had my...
"Come along." Without warning, Konan reached out and took my hand, pulling me along as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "I was heading to the women's bathhouse, so I'll take you there to clean up. You're all muddy."
T-The women's bathhouse?!
I gulped. I never imagined I'd get the chance to walk into a women's bathhouse so openly. Honestly, if I said I wasn't a little excited, I'd be lying. What guy hasn't fantasized about the women's bathhouse at least once?
But... I was a man of honor! A gentleman, even! I couldn't just... no, this felt wrong. "I-I think I'm fine, really. I don't need a bath."
"You're soaked through!" Konan knocked on my head lightly. "Listen to your big sister, okay? You'll catch a cold if you stay like this."
I won't catch a cold! My body is practically superhuman now. I could sit in ice water for a century and be fine! But in the face of Konan's insistent kindness, I found myself unable to protest further. So, I reluctantly let go of my pride and followed her... straight into the heaven of gentlemen.
…
The steam rose gently from the women's bath, enveloping the room in a warm, relaxing haze. I stood by the edge of the pool, scooping up warm water and pouring it over my head. The sensation made me shiver with pleasure. "Huh, there's no one here. Does the bathhouse in Amegakure not get much business?"
But I was glad. At least I wouldn't feel guilty about sneaking peeks at anyone else's body.
Lowering my gaze, I stared at my reflection in the water. The face staring back at me was soft, feminine, and undeniably cute. Large eyes, long lashes, delicate lips… It still somewhat resembled my male self, but the sharp, masculine features had been replaced with the soft charm of a loli.
Why does this face seem so familiar? I mused. The blue hair… the innocent face… Then it hit me. Wait a minute, I look like Wendy from Fairy Tail! That little dragon slayer!
I scrambled out of the bath and hurried over to the mirror on the wall. Sure enough, the face staring back at me was unmistakably like Wendy Marvell's.
This damn system didn't just turn me into a loli—it turned me into Wendy! I even got the whole Dragon King inheritance thing! This is too much...
As I ran my hands through my hair in frustration, I heard footsteps approaching, the sound echoing through the bathhouse. Turning my head, I saw Konan, her violet hair down, walking towards me.
She wore only a white towel, revealing her smooth, pale skin. My face flushed as I quickly turned away. "K-Konan-nee… didn't you say you had some business to take care of?"
"It was just a quick errand." Konan smiled as she dipped a long, slender leg into the water, testing the temperature. Seemingly satisfied, she slid gracefully into the bath. "Why are you standing there all stiff? Come here, I'll wash your back."
"Eh? N-No, that's okay!" I stammered, scratching the back of my head, feeling shy.
I had never experienced something like this before. Having a beautiful girl offer to wash my back? That's a first.
"Don't be shy. Otherwise, I might get upset." Konan teased, pretending to be angry. With a flick of her hand, she casually pulled the towel off and draped it over the side of the bath.
I sucked in a sharp breath. My face felt like it was about to explode from the rush of blood. The bathwater wasn't deep, and the steam did little to hide her perfect form. My eyes involuntarily traced her from her elegant collarbone down to her smooth curves, her toned stomach, and—Oh god, even the violet patch of hair down below.
Two lifetimes, and this was the first time I had ever witnessed such beauty up close. The shock was... overwhelming.
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