Yuan's pitch-black eyes instantly transformed into asymmetrical Mangekyō Sharingan.
Sasuke followed Yuan's gaze and looked up at the sky. His Sharingan spun rapidly, but all he saw was the gloomy cloud layer being torn open by some unknown force, ripping out a massive hollow.
"What's in the sky?" Sasuke tightened his grip on the Kusanagi Sword, every muscle in his body tensing. He could feel a chakra far beyond Orochimaru's, even far beyond Itachi's, drawing near.
"Someone looking to die." Yuan reached back and drew the short blade from his back. The edge gleamed with a cold, sharp chill in the dim light.
The instant his words fell, the pale-blue sensory barrier around the outskirts of Konoha suddenly rang out with an ear-piercing crack, like glass struck by a heavy hammer.
Six figures in black cloaks patterned with red clouds fell straight down from the sky like six nails, landing steadily in the broad square in front of the Hokage Building.
Six people, six expressionless faces, their faces covered in black chakra receiver rods. The strangest thing was that all six of their eyes were exactly the same—pale purple irises, rings of ripple-like patterns, carrying a lofty indifference.
This was the Six Paths of Pain.
The Konoha Anbu patrolling the square reacted instantly. Dozens of elites leapt out from the shadows and surrounded the six uninvited guests. The Anbu squad captain leading them drew his long blade and barked, "Who are you? How dare you trespass in the Konoha Governor's Office!"
Deva Path Pain, standing at the very front, slowly raised his head. His rippled Rinnegan swept over the surrounding Anbu, his tone as calm as if he were stating an established fact. "Feel pain, accept pain, understand pain, know pain. Those who do not know pain cannot understand true