Deva Path vs. Five-Tails (Revised)

At the border between the Land of Earth and the Land of Birds, a tall man wearing an umbrella-like hat, a brown face mask, and yellowish-brown armor walked slowly along a mountain path with a dead tree slung over his shoulder. Two children followed behind him, playing carefree games.

"Ow... Uncle Mu, why did you stop?" One of the children had bumped into the tall man while playing. Rubbing his forehead, he asked the question.

"Taiga, Aomine, go back first." The tall man set the dead tree beside the mountain path and stared gravely at the two people approaching them. Though confused, the children did not press for answers. Obediently holding hands, they left while looking back with every step.

The two drew closer. They were Deva Path Pain and Konan, dressed in black cloaks patterned with red clouds. Deva Path Pain looked expressionlessly at the tall man. "Five-Tails Jinchuriki, Han. I did not expect you to be living in seclusion in a place like this."

"Those clothes... you must be members of the Akatsuki organization everyone has been talking about lately." Han frowned slightly. His voice resembled the shrill hiss of a steam engine, unpleasant to the ear.

"Since you know that, there is no need to explain why we came. Do not resist pointlessly," Konan said coldly as sheets of white paper slowly drifted out around her.

"Though I do not like the thing inside my body either, there is no way you will take it so easily!" Han clenched both fists and held them before him, charging forward like a train with a "whooo, whooo."

The paper around Konan rapidly spread out, forming a pair of wings that carried her into the sky. Deva Path Pain extended his left hand and opened his palm toward the charging