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"…"
By the time he reached his last line, Uchiha Yorin's voice was utterly sincere—none of the earlier flippancy or manic edge.
Even a fool could tell: he meant it. He was truly talking with the enemy about the future of the world.
The three Sannin watching even felt that if Nagato gave Yorin an answer he liked, Yorin would laugh, spread his arms, and say:
"Exactly—that's what I think too. Let's do this together! To hell with it—let's turn this world upside down!!"
And he would, absolutely.
Because Tsunade, Orochimaru, and Jiraiya all knew—Uchiha Yorin is that kind of reckless man.
But he didn't.
Pain was silent.
The silence was deafening.
He didn't answer Yorin. And of course, silence is an answer.
Uchiha Yorin: "That's a pity. You just discarded the best, biggest card you could have had."
His tone was so compelling it sounded true—like if Pain accepted his help, he really could conquer the world.
It even infected Pain himself, and for an instant he felt, what a pity.
"Sharingan?"
"No—I'm not in a genjutsu. This man is terrifying."
At the thought, Nagato's gaze toward Yorin hardened. Deva Path's terrible Rinnegan flared wide—
Seeing it, the Sannin—and Yorin—tensed at once.
If they couldn't talk, there was only one option: fight.
"You gnats who offend a god—"
A massive chakra tide rolled through Pain's body.
"Tongue-waggling worms who seek to shake my resolve!"
He raised his left hand; at the same time, Yorin drew steel.
"Move as planned—"
"—Shinra Tensei!!"
A wall of rain and crushing force exploded outward, intent on blowing them away.
It sounds like "just" a blowback—but the killing power of Shinra Tensei is brutal. Against shinobi—glass cannons—it's not "just a bruise."
And the counter is simple: don't get hit.
No hard trades—footwork and a basic Body Flicker dodges the opener.
Pain: "?"
Nagato blinked—how did they know? In that beat of surprise, the Sannin finished their summons—
Summoning: Manda.
Summoning: Katsuyu.
Summoning: Fukasaku & Shima!
Manda: "Orochimaru! I'm eating a million today!"
"…"
Fukasaku: "Trouble, Jiraiya-chan?!"
Knowing the foe was sticky, the three went straight to their strongest contracts.
Then, whether the feral Manda or the laid-flat Katsuyu, both snapped into the groove.
Only Fukasaku and Shima spared a glance for the boy opposite and sighed—inner circle of the Great Toad Sage as they were, they knew the prophecy about this one.
Sighs or not—fight they must.
Time to show him what synergy means—what Mount Myōboku Secret Sage Arts are!
Manda: "Damn you, Orochimaru!!!"
The black-violet serpent charged fastest—and retreated fastest. Deva's repulsion slammed him flying; scales burst, organs bruised. He spat curses about Orochimaru's ancestors as he skidded.
Normally Manda would despawn and run the cooldown. But Katsuyu wasn't having it—she sprayed a wave of tiny slugs that latched to the wounds, Tsunade's chakra surged, and the snake was patched and shoved—grumbling—back into the meat grinder.
Manda: "Damn slug!"
Pressed back into overtime as disposable tank, he cursed and charged again.
As he did, Jiraiya's combo roared out:
Jiraiya's oil, Fukasaku's Wind Release, Shima's Fire Release—fire feeding oil, wind fanning flame—thousands of degrees slammed into Pain's cold, absolute defense faster than Manda moved.
Sage Art: Goemon. Jiraiya's signature hard-cast—devastatingly strong.
No official rank, but most call it S-class—above most S-class.
He hadn't summoned Gamabunta first—he called the old toads to unleash this, to show his pupil how terrifying a furious master could be.
"—Shinra Tensei!!"
Even a self-styled god got serious. Repulsion stronger than before—short of the "Super" version, but far nastier than the one that swatted Manda—slammed into Goemon.
Uchiha Yorin: "…Still a bit off… can't see… If only we had Byakugan."
Heavy Shinra Tensei vs. Sage Art: Goemon!
Manda stopped dead—no desire to become snake soup flambé. Orochimaru flickered to the flank, spat the Kusanagi, and—exploiting its extend–retract trick—went to town scraping at safe range. He was never the siege DPS; after tossing Manda in as fodder, a little "light contribution" was expected.
Tsunade watched the flow, ready to heal at a heartbeat. Her role wasn't front-line either—that was Jiraiya… and Uchiha Yorin. Meaning—
"Where is it… where is it?"
While Jiraiya kept the Goemon stream, Yorin didn't swing. He wasn't slacking—he was searching.
Searching for Nagato in the shadows—the real puppeteer.
Beating Pain isn't a win. Beating Nagato is.
Unfortunately—what else would you expect from a top-tier boss in the series? Yorin glared until his Sharingan nearly bled, and still couldn't find the nest.
"Yorin!"
Jiraiya's combo hit its limit. Seeing Yorin still still, he shouted.
Uchiha Yorin: "Tch. In that case…"
Move now—and as the chakra waves rose, he'd find where Nagato was.
Blades split to Lightning and Fire; armor lit violet—Lightning Chakra Mode—ON.
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