Your strength is not enough to glimpse the truth

The cruel truth, and the eerie sight of White Zetsu being forced out from inside his body, left the three of them shaken. For a time, they fell silent, digesting the overwhelming flood of information.

Only the monotonous sound of rainwater dripping into a bucket remained in the room, adding an even heavier sense of oppression.

Yahiko opened his mouth, still wanting to ask more—about the mastermind behind the scenes, about the details of the Shinobi World's truth. He yearned to know who their enemy truly was, and how they should deal with them.

But before he could speak, Menma gently waved his hand and cut off the question he had yet to voice.

His gaze swept over the three of them, each wearing a different expression. "Let's stop here for today. Knowing too much isn't a good thing for you at your current stage. With your present strength, even if you knew the whole truth, you would be powerless to resist. Instead, it would shake your beliefs, let hatred and helplessness swallow your hearts, and affect the path you've already chosen."

Those words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Yahiko's head, cooling his heated mind somewhat.

He clenched his fists, and all he felt was how insignificant his own strength was.

Just then, Nagato suddenly stood up from his chair.

His body trembled slightly. Beneath his red bangs, those Rinnegan eyes flashed with a fanatical light for the first time, clearer than ever before.

Nagato stared hard at Menma, his voice somewhat hoarse. "If I... if I become strong enough! Strong enough to face any enemy! When that time comes, you'll be able to tell me who the real mastermind behind my parents' deaths was, won't you?!"

Menma looked at Nagato in some surprise.

In his