On the rooftop, Naruto gazed up at the stars and murmured, "Akatsuki... they're really troublesome." The trouble Naruto spoke of was, of course, not that he found their strength difficult to handle. Perhaps at this point in his previous life, every Akatsuki member had been an insurmountable expert to him. But now, even if they all came at him together, they would pose only the slightest threat.
He simply felt that the people in Akatsuki were not purely evil.
His experiences in his previous life had long taught him that this world was not merely black and white. In this colorful world, every person and every thing possessed a color of its own.
And naturally, shades of gray existed as well.
While some members of Akatsuki had committed many unforgivable acts, even more of them had tragic pasts of their own. Even the organization's original intention had been to bring peace to this dark world.
The word Akatsuki itself came from "dawn"—the darkest stretch of the night. Yet once dawn passed, daylight would follow.
Naruto lay on the roof and sighed softly, thinking of Nagato. That senior disciple who had spent his entire life unable to control his own fate, the figure who possessed the Rinnegan yet could only sit in a wheelchair.
His life had been filled with schemes and lies. He was a simple person, simple almost to the point of being endearing.
For a single sentence, even for a distant and unattainable goal, he would devote every ounce of effort he had.
Forget it. When the time comes, there'll naturally be a way to solve it. I've already changed the Uchiha tragedy. As for Senior Brother Nagato, there'll be another way too. Naruto thought, his gaze turning resolute.
In his heart, he had principles of his own.