"It's Shimura!"
"As expected of the strongest wind! He really lives up to his reputation!"
Amid the cries of astonishment, Shimura drew out his longsword.
"You're not going to kill me?"
Kotetsu was stunned. He couldn't understand why Shimura would spare him.
"I would never hurt the family of a girl who likes me."
Shimura spoke calmly.
"Xiao Ling told me before this duel that you were her older brother."
As he read this passage, Nagato was immersed in the twisting, turning plot of The Lustful Ninja Chronicles of Shimura, Volume Seven, peppered with generous amounts of unspeakable descriptions.
The protagonist Shimura's morally ambiguous character, his unrestrained womanizing tempered by deep loyalty and affection, and his tangled romantic entanglements with all sorts of female ninja made for an engrossing read.
Although the explicit descriptions didn't interest him, he thoroughly enjoyed the main storyline, which took up a comparatively small portion of the book.
He had gained almost no romantic experience over the years, caring almost exclusively about the development of Amegakure and the Akatsuki.
Whenever he went out, he had Konan conceal his real body with paper while the Six Paths of Pain carried out his activities. Strictly speaking, Nagato was a shut-in too.
Yet just as he read about Shimura letting his opponent Kotetsu go simply because he was the older brother of Xiao Ling, a girl who adored him, and was marveling at it, a familiar presence quietly approached. Then a cool hand settled gently on his shoulder.
Nagato gave a violent start and, almost reflexively, snapped shut the beautifully bound novel with its slightly suggestive cover.
He turned his head stiffly. Sure enough, Konan stood behind him with Miwakan in her arms, her head tilted slightly as she eyed him and the book he had hastily closed