The skies over Amegakure had always wept.
Endless rain. Endless mourning. Endless silence.
But now the rain had stopped.
Because Naruto was here.
And the gods of this city were about to fall.
He landed on the metallic roof of the tallest tower without a sound. His red ponytail snapped behind him like a whip, cloak trailing ash across steel.
Fū appeared beside him moments later, hair tied tight, eyes sharper than they had ever been. The once lonely and playful girl now stood like a weapon—focused, calm, and cold. Her chakra shimmered with Chōmei's wings beneath her back, blue-green and beautiful.
"They're here," she said.
Naruto said nothing. But his eyes narrowed.
A second later—
Pain's voices echoed across the city.
"You should not have come, Uzumaki Naruto."
Six silhouettes emerged from the mist, all glowing with Rinnegan eyes.
The Six Paths of Pain.
Naruto didn't move.
"I didn't come for you."
But they moved anyway.
Deva Path flicked its wrist.
Buildings collapsed under gravitational shockwaves.
Fū shot forward before Naruto could respond—her wings flaring, fists cracking the air as she collided mid-air with Deva Path, forcing him backward into a tower. Two other Paths flanked her, but she spun through their projectiles and summoned her insect chakra, weaving through them in a blur.
Naruto watched for only a moment—
Then vanished.
He tore through the battlefield with clinical precision.
One Rasengan to Human Path's spine.
One kunai laced with chain lightning into Preta Path's core.
Two down.
He didn't pause.
Naruto flowed like liquid hate and fury—channeling the precision of a swordsman with the ruthlessness of a predator. He was surgical now. Efficient.
Every time a Path rose again, he destroyed it faster.
Until only Deva remained.
Fū blasted the final Path across a rooftop, her face scratched and bleeding, but eyes still burning.
"I'll hold him," she called. "Find the source."
Naruto nodded once—and vanished.
It was a short trip to the mountains behind Amegakure.Naruto remembered the path.
He remembered the tower.The paper seal.The whispers.The pain.
And now…
The truth.
The cave was still. Dark.
He stepped inside.
Konan was waiting.
Not with an army of paper blades.Not with fire.But with silence.
She stood beside Nagato's machine—tubes humming quietly, the real body gaunt and sickly, yet still exuding divine chakra.
Konan raised her hand slowly.
"I told him you'd come."
Naruto stepped closer.
He didn't draw his sword.
Konan's voice was soft. "Are you here to kill us?"
"No."
"Then why?"
Naruto looked at Nagato.
"I came to bury gods."
Nagato opened his eyes.
They still glowed with power.
But not anger.
"I watched you," he said, voice strained. "Through the Paths. You haven't changed… but you have."
Naruto said nothing.
"I once believed in peace through pain," Nagato whispered. "You still don't believe in peace at all."
Naruto walked to within a few feet of him.
"No," he said. "But I believe in endings."
Konan moved between them. "Then kill us."
"No," Naruto repeated. "I want one of your eyes."
She froze.
Nagato coughed. "You… came all this way for that?"
"I don't need both," Naruto said. "But one Rinnegan… to unlock what comes next."
Konan's paper rustled. "You'll never—"
Naruto looked her in the eyes.
And activated Shisui's Sharingan.
Konan blinked.
Her chakra flared.
And then froze.
Naruto's eye burned red, the tomoe twisting. Chakra surged, dark and violent.
And in that moment—
His Sharingan mutated.
The tomoe vanished. A four-pointed star emerged, glowing crimson and spiraled—an unholy shape of symmetry and chaos.
Konan staggered backward.
Naruto stepped forward.
"You once believed in Yahiko's light," he said, voice lower now. "You gave everything for a dream. But all it brought you… was death."
Konan fell to her knees.
Tears slipped down her cheeks.
And Naruto whispered, "Now dream again. For me."
Kotoamatsukami activated.
And Konan—angel of Amegakure—bowed her head.
"I serve Naruto."
The storm outside Amegakure had grown still again.
Inside the mountain cave, the tension had broken—but not with blood.
Konan, once the Angel of Rain, knelt in silence beside Naruto. Her head bowed—not from fear, but from something deeper now… something irreversible. Her eyes held no defiance. Just quiet acceptance.
The mutated Sharingan in Naruto's right eye slowly dimmed, returning to its dormant state. The power, still foreign, pulsed faintly beneath the skin around his eye socket. It had taken hold—but had not yet finished blooming.
Konan had not resisted its command.
She simply said:"I serve Naruto."
Nagato, barely able to lift his head, watched everything.
His breathing was ragged. Shallow.
The strain of maintaining his Six Paths, the years of tethered life, the Rinnegan's burden—it had all hollowed him out.
Still, he smiled.
"You are… terrifying," he rasped.
Naruto didn't respond.
"But perhaps… terrifying is what they need now…"
With shaking fingers, Nagato reached to his left eye. Pain lanced through his body. Blood spilled. But he pulled it free.
The Rinnegan.
One.
Naruto took it in silence.
No triumph.
No gloating.
Just purpose.
Nagato's head leaned back.
He looked toward the ceiling of the cave, as if expecting sunlight to pierce through the rock.
But there was none.
Still, he whispered,"I hope Yahiko forgives me."
And then…
His breath stopped.
His body slumped against the cold machine that had kept him alive.
Konan said nothing.
Naruto stood still.
But something in him flickered. Not grief. Not even guilt.
Just… a strange heaviness.
Without a word, Naruto lifted Nagato's body with care—like a relic, not a corpse.
Together, he and Konan took the body deep into the mountains, to a cliff surrounded by stone lilies and old Uzumaki burial markings.
There, Naruto buried Nagato.
Not as a god.Not as an enemy.But as a broken man who once tried to save the world the wrong way.
He marked the grave with no name.
Just a seal.
A circle of thorns.
That night, he sat at the edge of the cliff, the Rinnegan now sealed within an obsidian container, marked and locked.
Not implanted.
Not touched again.
Not yet.
Konan sat beside him, eyes still lowered.
She asked,"Where do we go now?"
Naruto didn't answer immediately.
Then, softly:
"Forward."