Chapter 62 — Twenty-Fivefold Lightning Flame Sword Dance vs. Twin Shinra Tensei!
Yujiro's words broke something inside Nagato.
"Heh… heh-heh… hahaha… AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The laughter was jagged, manic—
the kind of laughter you'd expect from an Uchiha on the brink of madness, not an Uzumaki.
In that crazed echo, Yujiro heard no joy, no satisfaction—
only rage, despair… and just beneath it, a thin thread of fear.
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"So that's it, huh?" Yujiro muttered.
"You're not doing this just for peace, are you, bro?"
He raised his swords again, lightning crackling across his body.
"You think—what? That because you've suffered more,
you've somehow earned the right to save the world?
That your pain makes your ideals noble?"
His tone sharpened, cutting through the roar of the storm.
"Listen, Nagato—saving the world isn't a reality show.
You don't win because your backstory is tragic!"
He smirked, eyes flashing scarlet.
"That whole self-sacrifice thing?
That's not righteousness, bro.
It's a mental illness."
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Nagato's smile vanished.
Something inside him snapped.
"You… bastard."
And then—
"Shinra Tensei!!!"
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Despite the fury boiling through him,
Nagato's instincts as a warrior were still precise.
Dragging Yujiro in with Universal Pull and skewering him might sound tempting—
but it was also suicide.
You don't pull a close-combat monster into arm's reach.
You keep him away.
So Nagato made the smart move:
repel first, then seal him for good.
His plan was perfect—
blast Yujiro back with Shinra Tensei,
then follow up with Chibaku Tensei,
entombing that insufferable Uchiha in a mountain of stone and gravity until not even his bones remained.
And on paper, it should've worked.
It always worked.
The Sannin were occupied fighting the remaining Paths—
or rather, the remaining Paths were keeping them busy.
One man alone—
even Uchiha Yujiro—
couldn't possibly break through a gravitational singularity by himself.
It was checkmate.
Absolute victory.
God's victory.
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Except.
Except Uchiha Yujiro wasn't out of cards.
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Nagato was born under prophecy.
He had the Rinnegan.
He carried the weight of Yahiko's death.
He had every reason—every tragedy—to become the god of this world.
But Yujiro?
Yujiro had something better.
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He had the Lightning Armor.
He had dual Monster Strength.
And now—
He had twenty-five times output.
"Uchiha Dual Blade Style…"
The sky lit up as his chakra exploded outward.
"Lightning Flame Sword Dance!!!"
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His chakra surged like a nuclear detonation.
Every nerve screamed as he poured his life force into the technique—
his aura roaring skyward like a storm given flesh.
The twin blades in his hands swelled,
no longer mere weapons—
but colossal arcs of pure lightning and flame.
Each swing split the air like divine thunder.
The rain itself vaporized around him.
This wasn't a man anymore.
This was a calamity wearing the face of Uchiha Yujiro.
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"Nagato, my bro!!!" he roared.
"Fall before my unbeatable art—
the strongest strike under heaven!!!"
"NEVER!!!" Nagato's voice thundered back,
his Rinnegan blazing with wrath.
He raised both hands—
the twin gravitational waves of Shinra Tensei igniting at once.
A Double Shinra Tensei—
the same cataclysmic force that once leveled entire nations—
now unleashed at point-blank range.
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Lightning met gravity.
Fire met divinity.
The world itself screamed.
The ground tore apart beneath their feet as Yujiro's twenty-fivefold Sword Dance collided with Nagato's twin repulsion fields.
The shockwave shattered the rain,
splitting the heavens like glass.
Every summoned beast, every Path of Pain, every fragment of the battlefield
was swallowed by the maelstrom.
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For one infinite second—
time stood still.
And in that silence,
only two figures remained—
one blazing like a star,
the other shadowed like a god.
Then the explosion came.
The sound of it erased the sky.
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When the light faded,
Yujiro stood in the crater, panting, both blades shattered to dust.
His armor was cracked, his chakra nearly gone.
But ahead of him—
Nagato's wheelchair lay overturned.
The "god" had fallen.
And through the drifting ash and lightning,
Yujiro whispered, voice hoarse but triumphant—
"Told you, bro…"
He lifted his bloodstained hand toward the heavens.
"You're no god.
I am."
In that fleeting instant—
Nagato felt it.
The overwhelming, annihilating pressure surging from Uchiha Yujiro's ultimate technique.
His pupils contracted sharply—
his body screaming danger—
and instinctively, he prepared to strike back.
But what to use?
Shinra Tensei?
No… not enough. That wouldn't repel this monster.
Ashura Path's weaponry?
A joke. What were rockets and lasers compared to the strongest swordsman under heaven?
Preta Path's chakra absorption?
Useless—Yujiro's attack wasn't purely chakra. It was half physical, raw destructive force condensed into steel and flame.
Animal Path's summons?
They wouldn't even buy him half a second.
Even substitution, clones, or instant movement?
Impossible.
Yujiro's speed—his mastery of instantaneous combat—had already locked down every possible escape route.
No, there was only one choice left.
If Yujiro was willing to burn his life,
then so was Nagato.
"—Super Shinra Tensei!!!"
The very technique that once erased the entire Hidden Leaf Village from existence—
a god's judgment given form.
That would be his answer.
That would obliterate even Uchiha Yujiro's twenty-fivefold Lightning Flame Sword Dance.
Not match it—erase it.
Even as doubt flickered in his mind—
even as Yujiro's words echoed within him—
Nagato could hesitate no longer.
If he must die, then he'd take this damned Uchiha with him.
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"Super—wait—"
He realized something a moment too late.
Super Shinra Tensei required all six Paths of Pain to focus their chakra together.
But one of them—the Preta Path—
was gone.
Cut down, burned, and scattered to ash by Uchiha Yujiro himself.
Without all six, a full-power Super Shinra Tensei was impossible.
Even a partial one would be weak—
and the remaining five Paths were already being held back by the Sannin.
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"Forget them! Gather every ounce of power you have!!"
Nagato's roar thundered through the rain.
He knew what it meant.
If the five Paths pulled back to him, they'd leave themselves open—
the Sannin would destroy them.
Even if he succeeded, he'd be left drained and helpless afterward.
Tsunade, Jiraiya, and Orochimaru would simply walk up and finish him off.
It didn't matter.
He didn't care.
If he was going to lose anyway—
then he'd make damn sure to drag that smug Uchiha down to hell with him.
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At Nagato's command, the five remaining Paths of Pain turned sharply, sprinting toward his location.
"Stop them!"
Jiraiya's voice cut through the downpour.
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They didn't need more words.
For honor (Jiraiya).
For her clan's legacy (Tsunade).
For research funding (Orochimaru).
The Legendary Sannin fought like demons.
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"Sage Art: Goemon!!"
Jiraiya unleashed another of his catastrophic compound jutsu—
a raging torrent of oil, fire, and wind.
The very ground melted beneath its heat, forcing the Human Path to halt in its tracks.
The Animal Path countered by summoning an army of monstrous beasts—
but they were instantly intercepted by the holy beasts of the Great Sage Lands.
Gamabunta, Manda, and Katsuyu—
three titans clashing with chimeric horrors under a rain of fire and lightning.
The battlefield became a myth reborn.
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"You're not getting past me!"
Orochimaru's voice hissed through the storm.
For the sake of science and budget, he went all in.
He threw himself directly against the Asura Path, the most heavily armed of them all.
Missiles and energy cannons screamed toward him—
the same attacks that had once killed Jiraiya himself.
But against Orochimaru?
They were useless.
A slick shimmer—Great Serpent Substitution.
Then a burst of motion—Hidden Shadow Snake Hands!
Dozens of serpentine limbs lashed out, catching the Asura Path's rocket fists mid-flight, crushing them to scrap.
"You have technology," Orochimaru sneered,
"but I have transcendence."
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And Tsunade—
having finally broken free from her blood trauma—
threw herself at the Naraka Path.
Her fists thundered with monster strength,
kicking and punching the "revival" body into the dirt.
Every blow shook the heavens,
keeping him from reaching Nagato.
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The three Sannin fought with every ounce of will they had.
But despite it all—
one of the Paths slipped through.
The Deva Path—Yahiko.
Even in death,
Nagato's brother-in-arms returned to stand beside him.
"Yahiko…"
Their bond reignited like fire through the rain.
No full-power Super Shinra Tensei.
But a Twin Shinra Tensei—
driven by their combined will—
was enough.
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"This is it!"
Nagato's crippled frame trembled as he raised his hands.
Yahiko's chakra surged through him,
and for the first time since that day—
Nagato smiled.
"Together again… my friend."
And in the next breath—
Twin Shinra Tensei.
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The world detonated.
Uchiha Yujiro's 25× Lightning Flame Sword Dance collided with a storm of godlike repulsion.
Lightning and gravity.
Flame and divinity.
The earth split open.
The sky screamed.
The explosion was so bright it tore through the clouds,
burning away the rain itself.
The heavens fractured—
and "godhood" shattered with them.
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When the light finally dimmed—
the battlefield lay silent.
Ash. Fire.
The scent of ozone and blood.
And standing amid the ruins—
Uchiha Yujiro, his armor shattered,
blood dripping from his chin,
both blades broken down to hilts.
Before him,
Nagato knelt, coughing blood.
The Rinnegan still gleamed—
but dimly, fading.
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"So," Yujiro said quietly, wiping his mouth,
"even gods bleed, huh, bro?"
Nagato's body shook—
then collapsed.
The god of pain had fallen.
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