Nairaku in Death Tyrant Armor

Yūhi Red sat cross‑legged, letting chakra flow through the meridians inside Yakumo's body once, and carefully examined her physical condition.

"Hmm, nothing serious with the body. It hasn't gotten better, but it hasn't gotten worse either. You still need to take good care of your health."

Yūhi Red said after checking.

"Alright, if there's nothing else, let's leave it at that." Yakumo said lightly.

"Hold on a moment, since you're here, let me also check the seal inside you."

Before Yakumo could refuse, Yūhi Red's spiritual energy gathered into Yakumo's mind.

She carefully inspected the seal within Yakumo and found no damage or missing parts.

Yūhi Red looked up at Nara, indicating that Yakumo's body showed no special issues.

Nara bowed his head in thought, then said to the Yakumo on the ground, "Miss Yakumo, if you don't mind, Hotaru and I will check your body together."

Yakumo opened her eyes and looked at Nara.

"Hmm!"

A soft response, agreeing to Nara's request.

Nara sat cross‑legged beside Yūhi Red.

He didn't rush to explore Yakumo's mental world; instead, he first used Kaidō to scan Yakumo's physical condition.

After one scan, Nara discovered that Yakumo's health was truly poor.

Her condition was innate; all internal organs were as fragile as those of a newborn infant.

That's why she could never become a ninja—her body simply couldn't endure the intense training required!

"Good thing we checked first; otherwise we'd have rushed in recklessly."

Nara breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

With a body like Yakumo's, if a battle broke out in her mental world later, her physical form would likely be injured as well—she might lose half a life.

Nara wielded Kaidō with his hand; after advancing to intermediate Kaidō, the previously faint white light grew richer!

Hotaru‑white light illuminated the slightly dim studio, brightening it a bit!

Yūhi Red and Yakumo watched the scene curiously, unsure what Nara was about to do.

Nara placed his palm, shimmering with white light, on Yakumo's abdomen; instantly, the light spread throughout her entire body.

"Ugh… that feels so good…"

In that instant Yakumo let out a soft gasp, then blushed even deeper.

"How embarrassing, how could I say something like that in front of you, Nara‑kun… but… it really feels amazing…"

Lying on the ground, Yakumo felt so shy she wanted to crawl into a crack in the floor.

"Alright, that should be fine now!"

Nara clapped his hands and said.

To prevent any harm to Yakumo, he used Kaidō to temporarily reinforce and stabilize her body, leaving a lingering Demon Path energy inside her that continuously maintained her condition.

"Nara‑kun, I never expected you to have such advanced medical techniques!"

Yūhi Red watched in amazement!

Only ten years old, Hinata Nara already possessed Jonin‑level power—some prodigies simply learn faster—but he also has exceptional combat talent, and now he's demonstrated a clever medical skill.

This made Yūhi Red even more curious about Nara, and she began to understand why the Third Hokage said Nara had been keeping himself hidden.

Nara smiled but didn't answer Yūhi Red's comment.

"So, Miss Red, shall we reconfirm Yakumo's seal together?"

Nara gave Yūhi Red a subtle cue, and she understood instantly.

"Yes, Nara‑kun, you should double‑check. After all, you're definitely stronger than me in healing; any oversight can be corrected."

"Great acting!" Nara thought, giving Yūhi Red a silent thumbs‑up.

On the way to the hill mansion, Nara and Yūhi Red had already devised a plan.

Yūhi Red would first enter Yakumo's mental world, coax out the malicious consciousness "Idu," and then Nara would deal with it.

Thus, Yūhi Red cooperated and re‑entered Yakumo's mind.

Nara, meanwhile, took a deep breath and whispered in his mind, "Death God Transformation!"

In the next instant, a figure clad in black Death Overlord armor, a Zanpakutō hanging at the waist, drifted out of Nara's body.

At first the silhouette was somewhat ethereal, but once fully separated from Nara, it solidified into a tangible being.

Aside from the black attire—contrasting sharply with the white‑clad Nara—the figure was an exact replica of him, clearly the soul‑form after Death God Transformation.

The black‑armored Nara was a completely different style from his usual white‑clad self; where the white Nara resembled a gentle, modest noble, this black version exuded decisive, ruthless authority.

Death God Transformation is an ability Nara only discovered after mastering his Zanpakutō.

It seems that, perhaps because ninjas in the Shinobi world possess chakra as a cultivation trait, they can perceive Nara's Death God Transformation, whereas ordinary people cannot see it at all.

This was a conclusion Naoraku reached after several trials; once he mastered Shinigami transformation, he began walking around the village in his Shinigami form, and many ninja he knew greeted him along the way.

But the untrained villagers couldn't see Naoraku at all, even if he stood right in front of them.

It's worth mentioning that Naoraku doesn't need any tools—just a thought, and he can Shinigami‑transform!

Mastering Shinigami transformation is also why Naoraku says he might be able to help Anma Yakumo.

After all, in Naoraku's view, the Idu born from Yakumo's resentment inside her bears a fundamental similarity to the voids in a Shinigami.

His own Shinigami power might be able to suppress it!

Glancing at Yakumo and Yūhi Kurenai, both with their eyes tightly shut, Naoraku turned into a streak of light and entered Yakumo's mind.

Clack...

Inside Yakumo's mind, Naoraku's feet touched the ground with a faint sound.

Naoraku looked up at the surrounding illusion.

He found himself in a corridor, the surroundings shrouded in darkness—a strange place he didn't recognize.

"Hmm, this must be a scene forged from Yakumo's memories. It doesn't look like Rimen Hill Villa; probably her old home?" Naoraku thought.

I have no idea where Miss Kurenai and Yakumo are. I need to find them quickly; the longer I wait, the more likely something bad will happen!

Naoraku sprinted down the hallway, his feet flashing like lightning. Now a spirit, unburdened by a body, his speed leapt to a whole new level.

In the blink of an eye, he had searched the entire first floor.

"Nothing? Then go upstairs!" Naoraku frowned, glanced at the stairs, and headed for the second floor.

Tap tap tap...

Just as Naoraku was about to ascend, a series of footsteps echoed up the stairs.

Naoraku!

Anma Yakumo, dressed in home clothes, appeared at the stairwell corner!

"Miss Yakumo? Why are you alone here? Where's Miss Kurenai?"

"Teacher Kurenai? She just finished checking the seal and left. Didn't you see her, Naoraku? Looks like you just missed her!"

Upon hearing Naoraku's question, Yakumo covered her mouth with a small hand and giggled.

"Oh? Is that so?" Naoraku narrowed his eye corner and said lightly.