Chapter 129: The God of Amegakure
Yahiko, his heart still brimming with the hope of a peaceful future, watched in frozen horror as the shinobi of the Hidden Rain—his own countrymen—turned their blades on his comrades. The betrayal was so sudden, so absolute, that his mind refused to process it.
"Why?" he stammered, his voice a broken whisper. "Why are you doing this?"
"Yahiko! Move!" Konan's scream shattered his stupor as she shoved him aside, a kunai whistling past where he had stood.
In the next instant, a Rain-nin blurred into existence behind Konan, securing her in a tight grip before flashing away.
"Konan! Wind Style: Gale Palm!" Nagato's hands clapped together, unleashing a violent gust aimed at the retreating captor. But he was a fraction of a second too late. Konan was gone.
"Yahiko, snap out of it! They have Konan!" Nagato yelled, shaking his friend violently.
The two of them abandoned their slaughtered followers, their only goal now to rescue Konan. They chased the kidnappers into a narrow valley, the designated site for the promised peace talks. The scene that greeted them was one of utter despair.
Arrayed along the cliff faces above them stood Danzo, Kagenori, and the Root operatives on one side, and Hanzo with his personal guard on the other. It was a perfectly laid trap.
Kagenori's gaze was fixed on Nagato. It was his first time seeing the legendary Rinnegan. The eyes are magnificent, he thought coldly, but the boy wielding them is weak.
Yahiko's face was a mask of anguish. "Why, Lord Hanzo? We were working together for peace! Why betray us?!"
Hanzo shoved Konan forward, his grip tight on her arm. "Your organization has become a hindrance to my rule, Yahiko. As its leader, you die here. Resist, and the girl dies." He drew a kunai and tossed it clattering onto the rocky ground between them. His gaze shifted to Nagato. "You, the red-haired one. Use that to kill Yahiko. Do this, and I will spare you and the girl."
"Don't do it, Nagato! Just run!" Konan pleaded.
Nagato stared at the kunai as if it were a venomous serpent, his entire body beginning to tremble.
Yahiko took a deep, shuddering breath. "Nagato," he said, his voice surprisingly steady. "Do it."
Nagato felt the air thicken, his breathing becoming ragged and strained.
"Nagato!" Yahiko shouted.
"Stop it!" Konan screamed.
Hanzo's patience vanished. "Hurry up! Or should I just kill her now?"
Like a puppet on strings, Nagato bent down and picked up the kunai. He looked from its sharp edge to Konan's terrified face, then to Yahiko's resolute one. The two people he had sworn to protect, and he was being forced to choose.
"Konan..." he murmured.
"Yahiko..."
In a sudden, decisive movement, Yahiko lunged forward. He impaled himself on the kunai in Nagato's hand, the blade sinking deep into his abdomen. He fell against Nagato, his chin resting on his friend's shoulder.
"Live," Yahiko whispered, a faint, bloody smile on his lips. "You and Konan... you must live. You are the savior of this world... You... Actually..."
His body went limp before he could finish, sliding from Nagato's grasp to the wet ground.
"YAHIKO!" Konan's agonized scream tore through the valley.
Nagato stood frozen, the bloody kunai clutched in his hand, his eyes wide with uncomprehending horror.
Kagenori watched, his eyes narrowed. The kunai wound was severe, but not instantly fatal. Yahiko's death was too quick. Something was off.
Hanzo felt no such curiosity. "Now!" he commanded coldly. "Finish them!"
A volley of kunai rained down from the Rain-nin toward the catatonic Nagato.
Then, a memory surfaced in Nagato's shattered mind—Yahiko's voice, filled with a conviction that now felt like a prophecy. "If this world remains at war... I will become its god!"
Nagato's aura shifted. A terrifying pressure erupted from him. He raised a single hand.
"Shinra Tensei!"
An invisible force repelled every single kunai, sending them clattering harmlessly away.
The Rain-nin stared, dumbfounded. "He... he repelled them all?!"
"How is that possible?!"
With a guttural roar, Nagato launched himself toward Hanzo and Konan. But the wily Hanzo was already retreating, shoving Konana away as a distraction. He slammed a hand onto the ground.
As Nagato reached Konan, explosive tags materialized from the earth, wrapping around his legs.
"Fire Release: Explosive Flame Array!"
The detonation rocked the valley, shattering rock and filling the air with dust and debris.
"Did we get him?" Hanzo muttered, squinting through the smoke.
But Nagato had already moved. He stood beside Yahiko's body, having placed a shaken but unharmed Konan next to it. His legs, however, were horribly burned, flesh blackened and smoldering.
"Nagato, your legs!" Konan cried out.
"Konan, hold Yahiko. Don't move," Nagato instructed, his voice eerily calm.
Hanzo looked on with scorn. "You're a tough one, boy. To survive my Fire Release..."
His words died in his throat as he met Nagato's gaze. The eyes that stared back were no longer those of a lost boy. They were cold, ancient, and brimming with a power that made Hanzo's blood run cold.
Danzo gave a subtle signal. The Root ninja surged forward as one.
An enraged Nagato pressed his palm to the ground. "Summoning Technique: Gedo Statue!"
A colossal, monstrous hand erupted from the earth, swatting several Root operatives aside like insects. Then, the upper half of the Gedo Mazo, the Outer Path statue, heaved itself into the world, its roar a sound of pure, primordial malice.
Hanzo stared, his confidence shattered. "What in the world is that?!"
Danzo's expression was equally grim. He had no name for this creature, but he recognized its devastating power.
Konan grabbed Nagato's arm. "Nagato, you mustn't! You can't control it!"
But Nagato was beyond hearing. Consumed by rage and grief, he was a conduit for a power he could not hope to fully command.
"Ugh!" he grunted as sharp, black chakra receivers shot from the Gedo Statue, impaling his back. His life force and chakra flowed into the demonic construct, and his body visibly withered.
The Gedo Statue opened its maw and unleashed a spectral, purple dragon made of pure chakra. Any ninja it touched had their life energy instantly drained, collapsing as desiccated husks.
Danzo's single eye narrowed. "Kagenori," he commanded. "Go down there. Deal with him."
A feral smile touched Kagenori's lips. "As you wish, Lord Danzo."
He placed his hands on the hilt of his ninjato, planted on the ground, and used it as a pivot to vault off the cliff. He landed gracefully in the valley below, his Mangekyō Sharingan already active, and stood between the emaciated, Rinnegan-wielding Nagato and the monstrous Gedo Statue. The Blood-Eyed Shura faced down the nascent God of Amegakure.
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