Moreover, with her strength, the chances of successfully taking revenge were obviously minuscule. But as long as the man before her was here, as long as Saiki Yuu was here, there would definitely be no problem. A trace of resolve flashed through Konan's beautiful eyes. The Akatsuki the three of them had founded would be protected by her own hands. Yahiko and Nagato would surely be happy as well.
Konan stared blankly as a large hand reached toward her and pinched her chin. "W-What are you doing?"
Konan looked at Yuu's face so close to hers and stammered, "Nothing. To celebrate you joining Konoha's side, I'm giving you a gift."
Yuu looked at Konan and spoke calmly.
"A gift?"
"You and Jiraiya will bury Nagato and Yahiko's bodies."
Yuu released Konan's chin, revealing the figure behind him.
Jiraiya was carrying Yahiko's body on his shoulder, looking at Konan with a complicated expression. When he saw the Konoha forehead protector on her brow, a trace of relief appeared in his eyes.
As expected of Yuu. He had even easily won over this disciple of his.
When Konan saw Jiraiya carrying Yahiko's body, her nose stung, and she could no longer hold back her tears. She broke down in sobs.
"All right, I know."
Jiraiya walked over, patted Konan on the shoulder, and comforted her. "Yuu, thank you."
Jiraiya looked at Yuu beside him. His eyes were somewhat clouded as he spoke in gratitude, his voice incomparably hoarse. "This was the result of Konan drinking with me. If you want to thank someone, thank Konan. You're an old man already, so don't make that expression in front of me. Watch it, or I'll chop you down."
Yuu waved his hand in disgust and scolded him before turning to walk toward the entrance