Devouring Hanzō's Soul

When Konan was young, she had been even weaker than Yahiko and Nagato. Yahiko and Nagato could barely be considered elite Chunins, and Nagato might even have qualified as a Jonin because of his Rinnegan. Konan, at best, had the skill of an ordinary Chunin.

Jiraiya could at least teach Nagato and Yahiko a thing or two. But when it came to Konan, although Paper Release wasn't anything unfamiliar to him, it was still a whole new Kekkei Genkai.

The Kekkei Genkai in this world were as varied as they were strange; Jiraiya wouldn't have been surprised by any kind. Even so, their diversity limited what he could teach Konan.

After three years of training with Jiraiya, Yahiko and Nagato had gradually grown stronger. Konan alone was still slowly figuring out her own techniques, and she remained the weakest of the three.

Konan had volunteered to go south to provide disaster relief this time, but she hadn't expected Hanzō to show up in person.

The outcome was easy to imagine. If Hanzō hadn't wanted to use Konan as a hostage to threaten the other two, she might already have been dead.

Thinking of that, Konan couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. They'd been unbelievably lucky back then. She'd come within a hair's breadth of death.

Konan gave a soft sigh and nodded to Chen. He understood. She really had been captured this time, but he wasn't worried.

Even without him, Konan, Nagato, and the others would have made it through safely. Otherwise, the Akatsuki Organization led by Pain and Konan wouldn't have come to exist in his world.

The most important thing was to get the two of them out safely. Konan would never forget that after this peace negotiation plan, Yahiko would pay for it with