"What is your dream?"
In Nagato's mental world, Araki smiled as he asked him the question.
If one ignored the six feather-like cages of light still piercing Nagato's soul, the atmosphere really did feel a little like a warm conversation between a mentor and his student.
But after experiencing Yahiko's death, Nagato had long since fallen into darkness, and he was not buying this.
After all, Araki did not possess that sort of power of love that could make people trust him without them even realizing it.
So, in response to Araki's question, Nagato answered only with a cold snort, fully displaying the pride of the god of the Land of Rain.
Araki, however, did not mind his attitude. He simply continued speaking on his own.
"Even if you don't say it, I know. It's for world peace, right? That's the ideal your Akatsuki has held to since the very beginning. After Yahiko died, you treated it even more as the creed of your life."
He snapped his fingers, and a luxurious, soft sofa instantly appeared out of thin air behind him.
"Sigh~"
Araki leaned back on it and stretched comfortably. "The way I see it, your idea isn't exactly wrong, but it's a little too short."
"Short? What do you mean?"
Although Nagato still did not speak aloud, the expression on his face was no longer quite so tense. The doubt that appeared in his eyes at just the right moment clearly showed that he had developed some interest in what Araki was saying.
To be honest, Nagato's philosophy of violent coercion had undoubtedly been guided into existence by Obito Uchiha under Black Zetsu's instigation.
From the moment it was born until now, it had never received anyone's sincere recognition.
Konan supported him because it was his decision, regardless