"Is this... the power of a god...?" Some of Konoha's people had already fallen to their knees in despair. They watched helplessly as their comrades had their souls ripped out, their tongues torn off and chewed. They had only come because of the Nine-Tails—why did they have to bear this suffering?
Naruto stood where he was, wanting to join the battle. They were after him. If that was the case, then he alone should step forward and deal with this.
But Jiraiya wanted to protect him. The Akatsuki Organization was a terrorist organization; it would be better to wipe them out.
"This is all... the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki's fault..." Some people had begun to resent Naruto in their hearts. Seeing this, Deva Path Pain snorted coldly from midair.
"Have you learned a little about pain...?"
"Jiraiya! This guy isn't easy to deal with." Gamabunta sheathed the longsword in his hand. He had cut down those summoned beasts again and again, yet their numbers did not diminish. Especially the Mud Three-Headed Dog—small three-headed dogs were now everywhere. Though much smaller, their destructive power had barely weakened.
They had fought this thing before, but unfortunately, even now, they still had no good way of dealing with them.
"Black receivers..." Jiraiya stared at the Deva Path standing before him. He wanted to see what would happen if he pulled the black receivers out of its body. Nagato transmitted Chakra through these black receivers, so theoretically, as long as he pulled them out...
"You noticed..." Deva Path and the other five Paths all stared at Jiraiya. They stopped what they were doing and focused their attention on him.
Without warning, a black rod appeared in the hands beneath each of the Six Paths of Pain's Akatsuki cloaks. They surrounded Jiraiya from six directions, their black