Returning to the present, Moriyue saw that Nagato did not seem inclined to communicate properly, so he stopped being polite. If a child refused to behave, a beating would set them straight.
But after he repelled Pain, another unexpected development suddenly arose.
A figure descended into the battlefield. Like the mysterious person Moriyue had encountered before, this person was wrapped from head to toe in robes, making their build impossible to discern. But judging from the overall lines of their muscles and skeleton, they were probably over six feet tall, built as solidly as a bull.
The mysterious powerhouse had no intention of wasting words with Moriyue. He pulled out the Wolf Fang Club from behind his back and charged straight at him.
A trace of fighting spirit ignited within Moriyue as well. The mysterious figure before him gave off an exceptionally powerful feeling. His blood surged through his body as though drawn by something, and he pulled out the Blunt Saber that had always hung at his waist. Lightning enchanted it, instantly sharpening its edge.
There was no unnecessary chatter. Though Moriyue appeared somewhat small standing before the mysterious powerhouse, the fighting spirit blazing from him shone brighter than anyone else's. Deva Path, whom he had half-controlled, broke free of his restraints. Yet he did not try to counterattack, merely standing aside to watch. This other fellow was interesting too.
Two equally supreme auras collided. Moriyue was at a slight disadvantage here. His opponent seemed like the embodiment of strength itself; in that regard alone, he was inferior to this mysterious figure.
Moriyue's black trench coat fluttered without wind. He gripped the long blade hidden in his sleeve, black lightning clinging to its edge. The battle was about to begin.
A dark blade radiance tore through the air, shooting