"Nagato, why not Death Substitution? We can continue to fight!"
Konan rushed to Nagato, hugged his body, and burst into tears.
Nagato stretched out his finger with difficulty and tapped Konan's eyebrows, with a smile on his face, transmitting everything about himself to Konan.
Then he opened his mouth and said.
"Konan, I'm tired. There's no chance of winning this war because I'm stubborn."
"Remember what I said to you, don't avenge me..."
Before he could finish speaking, Nagato's eyes quickly dimmed and he finally closed his eyes.
Konan was so distraught that she hugged Nagato's body and refused to let go for a long time.
The Amegakure ninjas on the battlefield saw Nagato dead, and their hearts were filled with despair.
The leader has died in the battle, and they have no chance of winning this war.
Jiraiya in the crowd looked at Nagato's body and sighed secretly in his heart.
If he had brought the three Nagato back to Konoha, maybe everything would have been different.
The moment Nagato closed his eyes, the gears of fate of all the ninjas whose lives were tied up on the battlefield suddenly turned sharply.
Those strong puppets lost control of their bodies in an instant and fell straight down like puppets with their strings cut off. The look in their empty eyes disappeared.
Only a lifeless body is left.
And those ninjas who were struggling on the edge of life and death due to Nagato's spells began to tremble violently.
Some people covered their throats and vomited blood. The blood spread quickly under the wash of the rain, staining a large area of muddy land red.
Some people held their heads in their hands and screamed in pain. The depths of their souls seemed to be pierced by countless steel needles. Their life force was gradually extracted from them in this extreme pain, and they finally collapsed to the ground, motionless.
After a final investigation, it was found that almost all of the dead ninjas were wandering ninjas who were full of evil deeds.
Land of Rain and some Sand Village, Iwagakure Ninja are all intact, but their vitality is unprecedentedly strong.
Not far away, Hiruko, a boy and a girl, watched this scene silently, with a trace of helplessness flashing in his eyes.
"After all, I made the wrong bet. I hope Uchiha Yan can not kill him!"
As for escaping, he had never thought about it, and he knew that he couldn't escape.
The center of the battlefield.
Jiraiya slowly walked to Konan and Nagato, with complex emotions intertwined in his eyes.
There is both regret for the passing of Nagato and compassion for the endless pain caused by this war.
He squatted down gently, touched Nagato's head, and said softly.
"My child, may you find peace in another world."
The rain slid down his cheeks and dripped on Nagato's face, as if this former mentor was saying goodbye to him.
But Konan was still immersed in grief, and her cries were particularly sad in the wind and rain.
After a long time.
Konan's mood stabilized a little, so he dug out Rinnegan from Nagato's eyes and gave it to Jiraiya.
Then he hugged Nagato's body tightly, struggled to get up, and walked slowly towards the center of Land of Rain.
She wanted to bury him and Yahiko together according to Nagato's last wish.
And the same will happen after she dies.
As for Impure World Reincarnation, forget it.
After so many years, they are all tired and should take a good rest.
"Konan!"
When Jiraiya saw Konan stand up, he hurriedly stepped forward and reached out to pull her sleeves, with a hint of urgency and retention in his voice.
"Konan, follow me back to Konoha, and take over my shift from now on. I believe Yan doesn't care."
Konan stopped and turned to look at Jiraiya, his eyes full of determination and sadness.
"Teacher Jiraiya, let's forget it. I don't have any independent opinions. I have been following Yahiko or Nagato for so many years."
"Now they are all dead!"
"I have no intention of getting involved in the disputes in the ninja world anymore. I just want to guard their graves and spend the rest of my life."
"Whether it is hatred or peace, it is no longer something I can bear."
Jiraiya said with a troubled expression and sincere eyes.
"Konan, I understand your pain, but I don't want to see you spend the rest of your life in loneliness and sadness."
"Peace is about to truly come. Didn't you and Nagato and Yahiko also have such a dream?"
Konan gently broke away from Jiraiya's hand, hugged Nagato's body tightly, and smiled miserably.
"The dreams I once had have long been shattered and turned into nothing."
"Now I just want to keep these memories, be by their side, and recall the past years."
"Teacher, you don't need to persuade me anymore, goodbye!"
After saying that, Konan turned around and walked towards the depths of Land of Rain step by step with heavy steps.
Jiraiya was left standing alone, looking at the direction she left for a long time.
The rain soaked his clothes and seemed to extinguish any hope of recovery in his heart.
On the battlefield, the smoke gradually dissipated, but the rain continued to fall, as if in silent mourning for this tragic war.
Konoha Ninja began to clean up the battlefield in an orderly manner.
Their figures were busy moving back and forth in the rain. Some were rescuing the injured, while others were collecting the bodies of their companions.
Every movement is heavy and solemn.
Naruto Silently Earth Flow went to a place filled with gravel and mud, squatted down, and gently pushed aside the debris, looking for comrades who might be buried.
His eyes revealed exhaustion and sadness, but that perseverance that refused to admit defeat still shone through.
"Everyone... I will make sure this never happens again, and peace will truly come."
Sasuke stood not far away, looking at the devastated battlefield, his brows furrowed.
Seeing those once vivid lives turned into cold corpses, I felt mixed emotions in my heart.
Uchiha Yan put away Scythe of the Death God, looked across the battlefield, and finally landed on the position where Nagato fell, and sighed deeply.
Although this war ended with the victory of the Konoha side, the dawn of victory was shrouded in a heavy haze, and the price paid was extremely heavy.
Hundreds of thousands of ninjas competed in ninjutsu, and the scene was like an apocalyptic catastrophe.
Amidst the roar, the battlefield turned into a merciless giant meat grinder, and countless fresh lives disappeared in the brilliant light of ninjutsu every minute and every second.
Life is like a candle in the wind, fragile and vulnerable.
The smoke of war only lasted for less than a day, but in this short time, the number of casualties on both sides increased sharply like a snowball, and the total number already exceeded 50,000.
The blood gathered into a river and dyed the muddy earth red.
Broken limbs and broken dreams were intertwined, becoming an indelible and shocking scar of pain in the history of the ninja world.
He always warns future generations of the cruelty of war and the preciousness of peace.
"The troubled times in Ninja Village are over! Next, is my era!"
Uchiha Yan took a long breath and released powerful chakra to help move those huge obstacles and open the way for the subsequent cleanup work.