The rain had always fallen for him - constant, heavy, penance made weather. But this time, it stopped.
Nagato blinked. One moment the map of the Hidden Leaf lay spread before him; the next, he was standing, yes standing. Not only that, he was in the middle of what looked like a Country's capital, one he had never seen. The searing ache from the rods that had comnected him to the Gedo Statue was gone. His eyes… the Rinnegan, they felt strange, stronger.
A salty smell was carried in the wind around him, something he was unused to. He tasted sea air on his tongue and looked up. A clear blue sky. And further out to his left, there was a large blue sea that didn't exist in Ame.
"Where am I?" he asked himself.
He quickly became alert, a habit ingrained into him throughout his life as a shinobi. He scanned for trickery. "Could this be a trick by the man calling himself Madara?" As he continued looking around, a human presence blocked his path, arrogance dripping from him.
A man in white silk approached, a jeweled bubble sealing his head like a mockery of a crown. Slaves trailed behind him, chains clinking. The man peered at Nagato with undisguised contempt.
"Why isn't this peasant kneeling? And why is he blocking my way?" He dug for a firearm, delicate as a toy, and leveled it at Nagato. "Those are some creepy eyes… I've decided you shall be my new slave!"
He pranced ridiculouly singing "New slave, new slave!" His guards flanked him and readied themselves.
Nagato's chest tightened. Something about the man's arrogance disgusted him. And the plan to turn him into a slave made him angry.
"I do not know your name," Nagato said, calmly "Nor do I care to learn it. However, you have angered a god."
He raised a hand.
The Celestial Dragon jerked forward, drawn as if pulled by an invisible string. Nagato's other hand moved, slowly, he reached as if plucking a thread and, to the astonishment of everyone around, pulled out his soul. Nagato calmly sifted through his memories.
The guards lunged, however they never finished the movement. A pressure folded space around them and crushed them to the ground. Screams ripped through the crowd. Slaves scattered, sobs tearing from their throats. Merchants, pirates, and common folk alike fled, while the plaza unraveled into chaos.
Nagato finished reading, and dropped the now dead body of the celestial dragon. He straightened, cold amusement barely touching his lips.
"This is not my world," he said aloud, mostly to himself.
He looked down at the dead man at his feet. Curiosity flickered into calculation. Killing a Celestial Dragon would pull the attention of the strongest law in this world, the admirals or whatever name they wore here.
"Interesting," he mused. "A world where 'justice' sends its strongest to pick at one who offends the powerful. How convenient. I will use this place as a practice ground to teach true pain, until I find the way back to my own world."