Anime Girls are Moist

Chapter 1115 1,114: Slaying and Resurrection

A moment later, Rei Ao finally let Kushina go.

Kushina turned away with her back to them, fingers messily smoothing her hair. The tips of her ears were still red, like they'd been brushed with sunset.

Rin stood there and took a deep breath.

Here it comes.

Deep in her chest, that familiar, suffocating churn surged again.

The Three-Tails' chakra was like a volcano jolted awake, slamming and ramming inside the seal in her body. She could clearly feel herself heating up—hotter and hotter—like someone was pressing a red-hot branding iron into her from the inside.

There wasn't much time.

She lifted her eyes to Rei Ao.

Her throat was dry, and when her voice came out it was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping.

"As long as…" She paused, then forced the rest out. "As long as it stops that disaster, I'll do anything."

It was the only path she could think of.

The lazy look on Rei Ao's face faded for just a beat.

Just that instant, Rin thought she caught something else in his eyes—something that wasn't casual indifference or teasing, but something deeper and heavier.

Like the seafloor where sunlight can't reach, where silent currents move in the dark.

He looked at her and nodded once.

"Deal."

The moment the word fell, it happened.

Fast.

Too fast for her to process.

Rin didn't even see how he moved. She only felt her chest go suddenly cold—an eerily strange, penetrating chill.

"Pshhk!!!"

She instinctively looked down.

A long, clean hand had already sunk steadily into her chest.

Neatly trimmed nails. A sharp, efficient line from wrist to knuckles.

No blood—at least, not at first.

Even pain seemed to lag behind, left in the dust by that terrifying speed.

She stared up blankly.

Rei Ao's face was right there.

His expression barely shifted—focused to a frightening degree—like he was completing a piece of precision craftsmanship, not punching straight through a human heart with his bare hand.

Darkness surged like a rising tide, crashing over the edges of her vision and swallowing all light and sound.

Before her consciousness sank completely into nothingness, the last thing she heard was a very soft, very soft sigh from Kushina.

Long. Complicated. Drowned out by the silence rolling in.

Then everything turned pure black.

…

"Mmm… what a comforting smell…"

The first sign of returning awareness was her sense of smell.

A pleasant, soothing scent slipped into her nose—like a quilt warmed through by sunlight, mixed with a faint, clean bitterness of herbal medicine.

"Ugh…"

Rin blinked with effort.

A wooden ceiling came into focus, its grain fine and gentle, lit by a warm glow.

She stared for several seconds before her foggy mind finally started turning again.

Where… am I?

I didn't die?

The thought pricked her like a needle.

Rin jolted upright in bed, the thin blanket sliding down her shoulders.

She immediately looked down, yanked open her collar, and stared at her chest.

Unbroken skin—pale, smooth—without even a red mark.

Let alone a horrible, gaping hole.

She touched it in disbelief. The warmth was real. Her heartbeat thumped steadily beneath her palm, calm and strong.

The rhythm of being alive.

Wait—

She suddenly held her breath, closed her eyes, and dropped all her attention inward.

To sense the thing that had always been there like a ticking bomb.

Empty.

Nothing but emptiness.

That immense, violent chakra—burning at her mind every second—was gone.

Completely. Cleanly.

As if there had never been a monster called the Three-Tails squatting inside her body at all.

It was really… pulled out?

The door hinge gave a faint creak.

Rin's eyes snapped open, alert, fixed on the doorway.

Rei Ao walked in carrying a wooden tray. On it sat a cup of water, steam curling up in thin threads.

He nudged the door shut with his foot, strolling in like he owned the place.

"Awake?"

He set the tray on the low cabinet by the bed and raised an eyebrow at her.

"How do you feel? Anything weird—like you suddenly want to sing, or you've got a craving for something bizarre?"

Rin didn't take the bait.

"…"

She just stared at him, mouth parting, her throat too dry to form a full sound.

She swallowed hard, cleared her throat, and forced out the two most important words.

"The Three-Tails…"

"Oh, that."

Rei Ao sat down on the edge of the bed, relaxed.

"Pulled it out. It's mine now. Don't worry—professional technique, guaranteed follow-through."

He said it as casually as if he were talking about the weather.

"Then I…"

Rin's voice was still soft, trembling with uncertainty.

"Am I… dead?"

"You're alive. Heartbeat, breathing, body temperature—everything you need."

Rei Ao smiled, and there was something in that smile she couldn't quite name.

"Our deal's done. I did what you asked—'killed you once.'"

He leaned forward slightly and met her eyes.

"So by our agreement, you belong to me now. You remember that, right?"

"…"

Fragments of memory clicked into place.

That hand through her chest. The icy sensation. The blackness swallowing everything. Kushina's sigh…

Rin reflexively touched her chest again. Her heart was still hammering strong beneath her skin.

Being alive felt so vivid that it made everything else feel unreal.

"Why?"

She finally asked the question that had been circling in her mind.

"You could've just extracted the Three-Tails. Why did you have to kill me first?"

It made no sense—like playing a game and insisting on taking the longest, most pointless side route.

Rei Ao picked up the cup and handed it to her.

"Because the core of your request was 'please kill me.'"

His tone was matter-of-fact, like he was stating something obvious.

"Extracting the Three-Tails was just an 'extra problem' that needed handling along the way to fulfill that core request."

"I had to complete the main part of the deal first before I handled the rest. That's the rule. The steps can't be mixed up."

Rin took the cup.

The warmth seeped into her fingertips and pushed back a little of that unreal haze in her chest.

She drank a small sip. Warm water slid over her dry throat—comforting.

Her head was still a mess.

So what was she now, exactly?

Someone who'd died once and been brought back?

A former jinchūriki who'd lost her tailed beast?

Or… something that belonged to someone else?

"Your… property," she murmured, the word sounding absurd.

"What does that mean, specifically? What do I have to do?"

"Mmm, that."

Rei Ao rubbed his chin as if thinking.

Then he grinned. "Whatever I ask—work, errands, training, staying close. If I ever want you at my side, you're there."

"Huh?"

Rin's face flushed instantly, hot as an apple. Even so, she accepted the result faster than she expected—because she was the one who'd said it out loud, even if it still made her embarrassed.

The threat of the Three-Tails was gone. The worst outcome hadn't happened.

That was enough.

"I understand."

Rin set the cup down, lifted her head, and her eyes were clearer than before.

"I'll keep my word."

Rei Ao seemed a little surprised by how straightforward she was, and then he laughed.

"Good. I like people who don't waste words."

He stood up.

"Get some more rest."

At the doorway, he glanced back at her.

"We'll talk about the future later. For now… just enjoy what it feels like to be alive."

The door clicked softly shut.

The room fell quiet again—only the faint birdsong outside the window, and the lingering scent of herbs in the air.

Rin leaned back against the headboard and looked around the unfamiliar room.

Simple. Clean. Outside the window, everything was green and bright.

She had survived—truly survived—in a way she never could've imagined.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

A new life—or rather, a new life bound by a strange "agreement"—had begun, just like that.

And what awaited her next…?