Konan quietly stepped aside.
She knew the terrifying power of the Mangekyō Sharingan.
If she joined the fight, she’d only beco dead weight—or worse, a puppet controlled by Kurama’s ocular jutsu.
In Konan’s eyes, Nagato had gone completely off the deep end.
The boy she once knew was gone, consud by obsession.
"What Infinite Tsukuyomi? The real world?" She scoffed silently. "Like hell that makes sense."
He was the real Nagato, but he insisted everything else was fake. It was like watching a genius descend into madness.
And now, he wanted to trap the whole world in a dream.
No cure. No redemption. The man was broken beyond repair.
Above the desert, Kurama and Nagato stood opposite one another, the wind howling through the open landscape.
Nagato stood tense. Cautious.
He had just faced Kurama through his Six Paths of Pain. That battle had lasted less than five minutes—and every Path had been obliterated.
That wasn’t supposed to happen.
He had seen chakra that even the Preta Path couldn’t absorb.
He had seen his Shinra Tensei, a technique that leveled mountains, shrugged off like a gust of wind.
Kurama’s power wasn’t just Nine-Tails-level. It was sothing else.
And then there was the Mangekyō Sharingan. That wasn’t part of the intel Madara had given him.
Madara never ntioned Kurama having ocular powers.
Nagato was on edge.
Kurama, on the other hand, looked completely unfazed.
"Looks like it’s ti to face the real thing," Kurama said lazily. "You’re fresh outta zombies to throw at ."
Nagato scowled. "Don’t underestimate the Rinnegan."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He didn’t wait. Using the power of the Asura Path, Nagato fired a barrage of chakra-powered missiles from his chanical arm.
Kurama vanished with a flicker.
BOOM! BOOM!
Explosions ripped through the sand. Dust clouds surged into the air, forming deep craters in the desert floor.
But there was no trace of Kurama.
"This bastard... he’s too fast," Nagato muttered, gritting his teeth.
Then—those scarlet eyes ignited.
Mangekyō Sharingan.
"Void Severance."
Reality twisted.
A distorted spiral of space-ti opened up around Nagato, the sa technique that had disintegrated two of his Paths earlier.
But Nagato was ready.
"Shinra Tensei!"
He blasted himself back with repulsion force, launching away from the gravitational implosion.
He couldn’t stabilize his body mid-air and crashed into the sand with a thud.
"Shit!" he cursed, spitting grit. "This isn’t what a Rinnegan wielder should look like..."
Back when he fought Hanzo the Salamander, he was crippled—and still didn’t look this pathetic.
Now, with working legs and Hashirama cells enhancing his body, he should’ve been unstoppable.
But against Kurama, he was being dominated.
Universal Pull!
Gravitational force yanked Kurama toward him.
Nagato quickly fired more missiles from the Asura Path.
BOOM! BOOM!
A chain of explosions rocked the battlefield.
Dust consud everything.
Nagato waited. Breathing heavily.
But then the smoke cleared—
And Kurama was standing there. Untouched.
His skin crackled slightly with residual lightning.
"Raikage Mode," Kurama said mockingly. "Third Raikage’s durability. Your toys can’t scratch this."
Panic flickered in Nagato’s eyes.
He was running out of options.
Only three Paths—Deva, Asura, and Animal—were remotely effective.
Preta Path required enemy chakra to absorb, but Kurama wasn’t using chakra-based attacks.
Naraka Path? Only good for interrogation or revival.
Human Path? Useless against soone with Kurama’s raw chakra. Good luck yanking out a soul from a walking tailed beast hybrid.
He was screwed.
Nagato clenched his fists. But he wasn’t done.
He wasn’t just Pain. He was the Rinnegan.
Kurama grinned. "Hey, Mr. Rinnegan, got any tricks left? Or is this gonna be another five-minute beatdown?"
Nagato hissed. "Don’t get cocky. Tell , how the hell do you know about the masked man?"
Kurama raised a brow. "Oh, him? I know a lot more than you think. Your Akatsuki? You’re just pawns."
Nagato’s jaw clenched.
"Judging by that face," Kurama chuckled, "I hit a nerve."
It was true. Nagato was rattled.
Kurama was supposed to be just another Jinchūriki.
But this man had access to forbidden knowledge, powers unrecorded, and chakra reserves that made even the Nine Tails seem ta.
He was the biggest threat to Infinite Tsukuyomi.
Nagato had to kill him. Here. Now.
"Have you ever been hit by raindrops?"
He extended his arms, palms glowing with gravity.
Two small black orbs hovered upward.
Sand and dust gathered like iron filings.
Planetary Devastation.
But this wasn’t aid at Kurama.
It was a setup.
High above, the black spheres grew into monstrous, swirling masses of debris—two giant satellite teors, each casting a shadow over the battlefield.
"Aren’t these raindrops a little big? Might hurt soone," Nagato said with a deranged grin.
Konan, watching from afar, was stunned.
This was Nagato at full strength.
No puppets, no Six Paths. Just raw power.
The Rinnegan in its pri.
Two teorites?
She thought back to Madara’s godlike display, dropping multiple teors like it was nothing.
Nagato couldn’t match that.
But this?
This was enough to flatten an entire nation.
Kurama looked up and smirked.
"Two rocks? That’s your big move? Cute."
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