Just as Vetto drove the magic within him at full force.
Preparing to strike with thunderous momentum.
And crush the red-haired boy before him in one blow.
"I will revive my father and mother."
Nagato's cool yet resolute voice suddenly rang out across the field where the gale was raging.
It pierced through the roar of magic and reached Vetto's ears clearly:
"And the people of the Uzumaki Clan too. You cannot stop me!"
Upon hearing those words.
Vetto's burly body, which had been about to unleash its strength, suddenly froze.
A hard-to-hide astonishment flashed through those savage, ruthless blue eyes.
Vetto had never imagined that this seemingly frail boy from the Shinobi World.
Was fighting with his life on the line for a goal exactly like theirs.
They all wanted to enter the "Top 10" and make a wish to the World Government to revive their fallen kin.
This made the thick malice and mockery in Vetto's eyes as he looked at Nagato fade at a visible speed.
The arrogance and contempt on his face also drew back.
In their place came a seriousness and solemnity he had never shown before.
If it had been the old Vetto, blinded by hatred.
Hearing a human say such a thing would certainly have made him sneer.
He might even have mocked the other side mercilessly for not knowing his own limits.
But things were different now.
The truth of what had happened back then had long since been revealed to the world.
The massacre that befell their Elf Race.
Had all been a conspiracy secretly plotted by that despicable Word Soul Devil.
On top of that, Patry had already successfully secured a spot in the "Top 10."
That meant it would not be long.
Before the Elf Race comrades they had