"Now, how are you going to stop me?"
Beneath the Susanoo, Shisui Uchiha's Mangekyō Sharingan, still dripping with blood, stared at Deva Path Pain across from him.
By now, the whites of Shisui's eyes were covered in blood vessels. Anyone could tell that his eyes had been pushed far beyond their limits.
"I've lost."
The four simple words came from Deva Path Pain's mouth.
"Hm?"
The other man's frankness left Shisui feeling a little unaccustomed to it.
Nagato's Six Paths Puppets were all about to be defeated here today, yet he still seemed to be in such good spirits.
Shisui knew that Nagato wouldn't care about the other five puppets. He could just find new bodies and make replacements.
But the Deva Path in front of him had been made from the body of Yahiko, Nagato and Konan's dear friend.
Even if it was destroyed, Nagato and the others would surely do everything they could to recover it. They wouldn't leave their friend's body exposed in the wilderness.
"Today, you defeated me, but the Fourth Hokage has lost."
Deva Path Pain looked at Shisui Uchiha with those same emotionless eyes and spoke calmly.
Shisui Uchiha knew what the other man meant.
It was a good thing Minato Namikaze wasn't here. Otherwise, that would have really hit him where it hurt.
Seeing that Shisui was silent, Nagato assumed his words had struck home and continued, "Look at this decaying village. Every clan cares only about its own interests. They can even disregard the safety of the village."
"They've spent too long in peaceful times. They've long forgotten that countless people who truly cherished peace sacrificed themselves to create the brief peace we enjoy today."
"A village like this isn't worth protecting with such effort. Why not join us and help create