He tilted his head slightly, looking down at the dumbfounded Yahiko and Nagato.
"Do you understand now?"
"The so-called 'Demigod,' the so-called 'strong,' the so-called 'rule'... they're nothing but a farce of self-deception."
"When a higher power descends, the stage you've so carefully arranged, the script you've plotted, the pieces you hold in your hands..."
Uchiha Ryūha slowly raised his hand, spread his fingers, then gently closed them.
"They all end up like this-"
"Boom!"
The Explosive Tags binding the Amegakure ninja detonated simultaneously!
Flames burst forth amid piercing screams! Shredded flesh and severed limbs flew in every direction!
"-utterly defenseless."
Before the shock waves had faded, Uchiha Ryūha had already withdrawn his hand, as though he had merely crushed a few insects.
He turned and walked over to the transparent Crystal Throne that Tier Harribel had formed from high-pressure water, then slowly sat down.
The throne hovered in midair, and Liuyu leaned against its back.
Resting his chin on his right hand, he gazed indifferently down at the battlefield, which had descended into chaos after the sudden upheaval.
"Haschwalth."
He called softly.
A figure in pure white appeared silently beneath the throne, as though materializing from the curtain of rain.
Jugram Haschwalth knelt on one knee, his right hand over his chest. "Your Majesty."
"Go." Liuyu's voice was quiet, but his command brooked no objection. "Teach this 'Demigod'..."
He looked down at Hanzō, whose face was livid, whose eyes burned with fury and alarm, and a cold smile curved his lips.
"What true power is."
"What it means..."
"For mortals to stand before a 'god.'"
Haschwalth rose, placed his hand on his sword, and turned to face Hanzō.
His pure-white military cloak snapped in the torrential rain. His short blond hair remained immaculate, his blue eyes calm and untroubled.