Naruto: The Ridiculously Talented Uzumaki

However, Naruto was like a seasoned rider. No matter how Otohime struggled, rolled, accelerated, or braked, he kept his hands firmly gripped onto the dragon horns. His body adjusted its center of gravity with the swaying of the dragon’s body, and his Chakra held him firmly against the dragon scales, keeping him completely motionless.

He could even influence the Silver Dragon’s flight direction to a certain extent by pulling on the dragon horns, exacerbating Otohime’s chaos and fury.

Naruto, possessing the ability of "Ame no Tajikarao", could have actually attempted to forcibly seize her Dōjutsu when he came into contact with Otohime’s eyes.

The harsh words he spoke earlier about "eating your flesh and drinking your blood" were merely to scare, provoke, and disrupt Otohime’s judgment.

Otohime’s frantic struggling continued for a long time, but in this eerie space, her power seemed to be restricted to a certain extent, while Naruto’s tenacity and combat intelligence far exceeded her estimations.

Gradually, the intensity of the Silver Dragon’s struggle visibly diminished, and the once fluid and powerful thrashing became sluggish and heavy.

Those brilliant golden dragon eyes also appeared somewhat dim due to the continuous anger, exhaustion, and a hint of fear that was becoming increasingly difficult to conceal, no longer possessing that imperious spirit they had at the beginning.

In this space where the sense of time also seemed blurred, time appeared to have lost its standard meaning.

It was unknown how much time had passed.

Finally, after one last futile thrash, the Silver Dragon slowly ceased her struggle. The massive dragon body hung somewhat dejectedly between the slowly floating rectangular stone blocks, motionless.

A voice, carrying obvious exhaustion and embarrassment, was transmitted directly into Naruto’s mind through intent:

"That... there were a lot of people earlier... my voice might have been a bit loud... Can... can we reconcile?"

Having struggled for who knows how long and truly lacking the strength to continue, Otohime finally couldn’t hold on anymore and tentatively proposed a request for "reconciliation" to the terrifying boy on her back who clung like a maggot to the bone.

Naruto seemed amused by these words, chuckling with undisguised mockery, "You really care about your Face."

"I have lived for too long... Besides this bit of Face, sometimes there is really nothing else to care about."

Otohime’s voice sounded listless, filled with helplessness and resignation, even abandoning her high-and-mighty self-reference "I" (I) in favor of the more plain "I" (I).

She was truly at her wit’s end with Naruto; she couldn’t beat him, couldn’t shake him off, and all her methods seemed to fail in the Face of his eerie calmness and endless ways of responding.

Moreover, what she found most unbearable, and even felt creeped out by, was—

Just now, during the struggle, this guy...

This guy actually started picking at her dragon scales!

It wasn’t the tearing of a battle, but like a child picking at wall paint, or a bored person picking at their nails. Using his fingers covered in Chakra, he was—one by one, tentatively, forcefully—prying at the edges of the smooth, hard Silver Dragon scales on her back.

Every time he pried one loose, it brought a sharp, stinging, and numbing sensation that was incomparably clear and reached straight to her nerve endings.

Although the dragon scales were sturdy and couldn’t be pried off in a short time—and perhaps it was just a warning from him—

That continuous, subtle, insulting, and torturous pain was, for Otohime, who was exceptionally sensitive to perception and accustomed to being pampered, absolutely a double torture of both spirit and body!

This was even more uncomfortable and terrifying for her than being slashed by a blade!

Because she was powerful and had numerous means of self-preservation, in Otohime’s long life, "death" had never been the main point for her, not even an end, but rather more like a prepared, controllable transit station for "rest" and "strength improvement."

She did not truly fear "death" itself.

But now it was different.

Now there was a person who clearly had the ability to kill her, but chose not to do so, instead torturing her in this way of "cutting meat with a dull knife," continuously inflicting pain and humiliation.

This feeling was like a Mortal being tied up, watching helplessly as someone used tools to peel their skin off piece by piece, or pulled out their nails one by one with pliers.

Pain, fear, helplessness, and the unknown of the torturer’s endless methods...

This kind of Spiritual oppression and torment was far more devastating to her than a simple death threat!

"I killed Urashiki."

Naruto did not immediately respond to the request for "reconciliation," but calmly pointed out a key issue, his tone flat, "Can you let me go?"

He clearly did not believe Otohime would give up so easily.

The Otsutsuki usually acted in pairs; if a companion was killed, according to common sense, the hatred would be very difficult to resolve easily.

Unless... the relationship between Urashiki and Otohime was full of betrayal and calculation like that between Kaguya and Isshiki.

Kaguya didn’t even know how to use Karma, while the Ayakashiguni mastered by Otohime was clearly a more powerful resurrection technique than Karma, which meant Urashiki was Otohime’s subordinate.

He had killed Otohime’s subordinate; could this woman who cared so much about Face swallow this insult?

Beautiful women are the best at lying, and someone like Otohime would definitely lie.

"Urashiki?"

Otohime’s voice carried a strange tone, as if mentioning something insignificant.

"Him... he was just a little fisherman who survived a long time ago, whom I fed a Chakra fruit on a whim.

He became an Otsutsuki by pure coincidence, or rather, he was a piece I placed casually, a spare mobile Chakra fruit reserve."

She paused, as if to increase the persuasiveness, and explained: "Moreover, not long after he became an Otsutsuki, I entered the Nirvana state of ’Ayakashiguni’ and fell into a deep sleep.

As a result, he couldn’t even learn low-level resurrection arts like Karma from me, and his strength and knowledge remained at a very shallow level.

What happened to him later, whether he is dead or alive, really doesn’t matter much to me."

The implication was that Urashiki was not an indispensable companion or subordinate to her, but more like an experimental subject or reserve food.

His death did not touch upon Otohime’s fundamental interests or emotions.

The Otsutsuki were generally battle mages, but Otohime was a pure mage; she even possessed Genjutsu abilities that ordinary Otsutsuki did not have.

However, correspondingly, her close-quarters combat ability was quite poor.

Naruto listened, quickly analyzing the truth of these words in his heart.

"Alright, if you send me back, I will let you go, and then you leave the Ninja World immediately, and we’ll pretend we never met."

Hearing this, Otohime’s spirit lifted.

"Okay, I will go back immediately, but my Chakra has been consumed a lot; can you lend me some?"

Borrowing Chakra?

Why don’t you just say you want to borrow my head?

Hearing Otohime’s words, Naruto’s Face dropped immediately.

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