The Journey-Anko Really Was a Foolish Woman

"So early? Aren't you going to say goodbye to your girlfriend before you leave?" Anko yawned, holding a mission scroll in her hand, seemingly preparing to complete the formalities.

She could have finished the paperwork yesterday afternoon, but she skipped work yesterday, so she had to get up very early to come to the Hokage Building to complete the procedures.

Seeing that Naruto was also up early, I couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Which one are you asking about?

Anko: "You deserve to die, Naruto Uzumaki."

"Just kidding, I don't have a girlfriend right now," Naruto waved his hand. "Alright, call me when the formalities are done. I'm going to catch up on some sleep in the lounge."

"Go to hell! I haven't been sleeping either!" Anko grabbed Naruto and lifted him up. "Come on, let's go together!"

"Hey, is there really no need to argue about fairness in this kind of thing?"

"Absolutely!"

"I've heard that older people tend to be narrow-minded."

"Shut up!"

Anko isn't thirty yet, but after meeting Naruto these past few days and repeatedly receiving information about turning thirty, she's become quite nervous, feeling the pressure of approaching thirty.

She looked at herself in the mirror for a long time when she got up early this morning. She didn't even dare to eat too many meatballs in the morning, and for the first time ever, she drank a bowl of porridge. No matter how indifferent she was, she didn't want to become an old woman.

It seems that women share similar anxieties in this regard, not wanting to be ravaged by time.

The old man in the mission hall immediately perked up when he saw Naruto return. Anko didn't even need to wait in line; she was processed directly.

"Do you have something on that old man?" After completing the formalities, Anko was clearly incredulous and pulled Naruto aside to ask in a low voice.

"No, I don't have that kind of free time," Naruto denied immediately.

"Then why did he look like he'd seen a ghost the moment he saw you?" Anko asked, puzzled.

"Who knows? Let's go, the sooner we go, the sooner we'll be back," he said somewhat impatiently.

That being said, the two of them hadn't been traveling far after leaving the village when they found a place to rest. It was an inn in the Land of Land of Fire, where they said they would take a nap, but they slept until dusk.

When I woke up, the sun had already set.

The two met at their respective doorways, their eyes meeting, each lost in their own daze. The long sunset streamed into the corridor, casting a golden glow over them.

They looked at each other in silence, then slammed the door shut in perfect unison and went back to sleep. Two lazy people doing a task together—as expected, nothing good ever happened.

As night fell, they sat at the table and ate their meal in silence.

"Indeed, it's not a good time to travel at night," Anko said, putting down her chopsticks.

"Yes, yes," Naruto agreed, knowing that haste makes waste.

Anyway, the mission in the Land of Rain is just a pretext. Once we leave the Land of Fire, we can unseal Anko's Cursed Seal. Anko's condition is the most important thing.

Although he said he didn't care about an old woman like Anko, she was, after all, one of the few friends he could trust, so it was impossible for him not to care.

If there are risks associated with lifting the lockdown, he will still prioritize protecting Anko. Anko is aware of this, otherwise she wouldn't have agreed so readily.

After all, Orochimaru was her psychological trauma, and facing him in reality was far more difficult than she made it sound easy. Anko was only pretending to be nonchalant because she didn't want Naruto to feel burdened.

Fortunately, Naruto didn't mention the Cursed Seal; the conversation at the dinner table consisted mainly of trivial matters. Soon after, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

The next day, it was broad daylight.

Naruto washed up as usual, and the two met briefly before sitting down to eat breakfast together. Anko looked rather listless, fiddling with the thick porridge in her bowl.

"What are you doing?" he frowned.

"I didn't sleep well. I slept too long in the afternoon and couldn't fall asleep at night," Anko complained.

"What's wrong with you? Weren't you asleep too?"

"Hehe, guess how I fell asleep?"

Naruto: "."

Older women who have been single for a long time tend to have more tricks up their sleeves. Although the two are about the same age psychologically, he was a few years younger than Anko when he transmigrated, and he lived for six years again in this world as a child.

The only difference is that Anko looks alright, but her brain is completely empty. Aside from gaining experience from completing tasks, she's an idiot the rest of the time.

Foolish Anko, both incompetent and idiotic.

Ironically, she initially tried to project a more mature image, but her mind was filled with childish and immature thoughts. Despite having a perfectly normal appearance, she never looked sexy in black stockings; in fact, she looked rather frightening.

Well, except for the red nail polish, which is barely acceptable.

People only remember things that are impressive or have a striking contrast. The bright red at the tip of the snow-white toes peeking out from Anko's house left a deep impression on him.

Like Marilyn Monroe, a single gesture can be remembered for decades.

So, it's true that Anko lacks femininity, but it's also true that she has beautiful feet. These two things aren't contradictory; combining them still makes her a foolish woman.

"Let's get going. Once we leave the Land of Fire, we should be fine, right?" Anko yawned as she got up and paid her room fee first.

"Yes."

We traveled until noon, then ate some dry food to tide us over. We rested in the shade of a tree; summer hadn't arrived yet, so the weather wasn't too hot.

"How exactly do you plan to revive Orochimaru, as you mentioned last time?" Anko asked during the journey.

"Well, once the Cursed Seal on your neck is broken, something will probably come out, and then Orochimaru will come out from inside," Naruto replied casually.

"Snake?" Anko shuddered. "Now that you mention it, I do remember something. There's a Ninjutsu that's probably about reincarnation through a snake."

"A person came out of the snake's mouth, how disgusting."

Hearing this, Naruto was speechless. "Didn't you learn your Ninjutsu from Orochimaru? Half and half, Snake Princess."

"Snake Princess?" Anko leaned closer, looking at him with a puzzled expression, and asked, "You know about Snake Princess too?"

"I don't know, I was just teasing you." Naruto shook his head and continued on his way, though he didn't know if Anko would understand what he meant by teasing.

"Oh, I thought you knew about that."

"What do you mean by 'that'? Don't leave things unsaid; riddles don't produce offspring."

"I don't plan to have children, it's too much trouble. It's not easy to support myself, let alone a child who is so fragile, they would break at the slightest touch," Anko said.

"How do you know the child is vulnerable?" he asked.

"Hong told me. I've seen her when she was heavily pregnant; she looked quite cute." Anko said with a beaming smile. "She seems to be close to giving birth soon, but she looks pretty good."

Naruto remembered the refrigerator full of cold drinks that Anko, and his eyelids twitched.

Do you never experience menstrual cramps?

"Huh? How did you know?!" Anko exclaimed in horror. "You were secretly following this? That's so weird."

"Let's change the subject. What's the deal with that Snake Princess?"

"It's a myth, I forget where I read it, but it's about a woman who used a curse to turn herself into a snake. Then she couldn't die, and when she was resurrected, she would crawl out of the snake's mouth."

"Orochimaru seems to have modified his body a long time ago," Naruto asked, the image of Orochimaru's true form inexplicably appearing in his mind. "I, Orochimaru, haven't been human for a long time!"

"I don't know, I just feel..." Anko couldn't continue, feeling a bit nauseous.

"I understand," Naruto comforted him. "You'll see it soon enough; you're the one involved."

"Is that how you comfort people?" Anko asked directly.

"Should I knock you out then, so you won't have to see it and get away with it? Just like taking a nap," he asked.

"Hmm," Anko was seriously considering it, and after a moment she looked up, "Do you think I have a chance to defeat Orochimaru?"

"I think you can do it with just a flick of your finger."

"You're joking!" Anko exclaimed in surprise.

"You were joking first."

Anko:"."

She suddenly realized that she had a heart condition and shouldn't talk to this jerk, lest she get so angry she had a heart attack. Especially, she shouldn't talk about serious matters; she really wanted to kill him.

However, she herself understood that not removing the Cursed Seal on her neck would not do her any good. Even though she was ready to lie down, the Cursed Seal was still a ticking time bomb.

Especially when Naruto approached her and told her it was Orochimaru's data backup, she felt utterly disgusted. He's gone mad; that Orochimaru guy is a complete psychopath.

Naruto didn't think Orochimaru crazy. The world is so big, there's always someone who'll try to achieve immortality. It just so happens that person is Orochimaru, and his methods are a bit disgusting.

He changed his body, transforming himself into a snake. Orochimaru's consciousness has become infinitely close to the Otsutsuki's mode of existence. It's similar to returning to the origin, returning to the original form of Chakra.

Sasori can discard his body and confine his consciousness to a small cylinder. Orochimaru is clearly more advanced, directly abandoning his flesh and blood and existing as a soul.

However, this method ultimately has its drawbacks, and souls also have varying capacities. If one is unlucky enough to be reborn and encounters Sasuke, who is a reincarnation of Indra's Chakra, then they are no match for him.

His body and soul were devoured by Sasuke, and he could only wait for resurrection by lying dormant and parasitizing.

The bad news is that Orochimaru is a formidable opponent, possessing numerous cunning and treacherous methods. The good news is that Orochimaru in his soul form is weak and no match for Naruto.

So, Naruto decided to try that move.

The Reaper Death Seal.

Orochimaru's nightmare led him to a second victory.

As for the fact that this technique requires a soul sacrifice, Naruto has nothing to worry about; the Death Reaper can't take his soul. It's not even certain who will take whose soul if they clash.

In this world, time is distorted, life and death are disordered, and the world of shonen manga is difficult to judge using common sense. The most bizarre thing is that there is also a river of time, and the Otsutsuki rebels went against the current to kill the Hokage.

Damn it, in such a buggy world, why not just become an emperor instead of engaging in petty squabbles? Enter deep space, live a second life with that red-haired old thief, and dominate the ages.

Night falls.

The two were still deep in the Forest of the Land of Fire, quite a distance from Land of Fire border. A small yellow tent was pitched, blocking out the night, and the two agreed to wash up together.

Squatting by the river, Anko suddenly had a whimsical idea and turned to look at Naruto.

"Hey, what do you think would happen if I jumped in and took a shower right now?"

"I'll go upstream to wash it."

"But I'm using your bathwater, isn't that unfair?" Anko complained.

"Huh? How do you know if anyone is urinating upstream right now?" Naruto asked.

"Pfft!" Anko spat out all the water she had been washing in her mouth, baring her teeth and glaring at Naruto. "Can you please stop being so disgusting?"

"I'm just making a hypothetical assumption, not saying it's certain." He pursed his lips.

"Forget it, I'm not washing anymore." Anko stood up, zipped up her tight trench coat, and looked at Naruto with disdain.

"Oh oh."

Anko returned to the tent and waited for a while. Then she saw Naruto come in, his hair slightly damp.

"You washed it?" she asked, looking surprised.

"Ah, I've washed up." Naruto spread out his sleeping bag, the lamp on the top of the tent emitting a dim yellow light.

"How could you take a bath like that? You disgusted me, and then you jumped in to take a bath yourself?" Anko crawled over, pounced on Naruto, and straddled him.

She grabbed his neck and said viciously.

"Naruto Uzumaki! You're so mean!"

"Cough cough!! What does it have to do with me if you feel disgusted? I didn't force you not to wash." Naruto's eyes shone brightly, and a carefree smile appeared on his face.

His hair was a little damp, and his trench coat was pulled up from his waist to his neck. Anko could feel the water stains when she pinched his neck. She even felt that his eyes were wet.

The bright light and the heat were both intense, which could arouse one's desire.