The Asura Path, shattered into several pieces, twitched unwillingly in the filthy water. With a sharp crackle, electric sparks scorched the pooled water until green smoke rose from it. Black oil mixed with dead men's blood flowed everywhere, reeking so badly it made one want to cover their nose. Deva Path Pain stood atop a pile of rubble, staring at the completely ruined heap of metal parts below. For the first time in his life, gravity appeared in those indifferent purple Rinnegan. He slowly spread his hands, like cold metal blades pressed against his sides, and silently rose into the air beneath the downpour, radiating a pressure that made scalps tingle.
"Th-this guy... is he trying to split heaven and earth above the Land of Rain?!" Jiraiya broke into a violent cough the moment he spoke, wrenching a burst of agony from his severed arm. He could only widen his bloodshot eyes and clutch the scrap metal beside him. Sage Fukasaku lay sprawled across Jiraiya's broad shoulder, his two claws, caked in mud and moss, anxiously scratching at Jiraiya's hair. Even his tail stood straight up, and his voice was terribly hoarse. "Old man! Can you feel it?! The chakra fluctuations in his body are a complete mess, all of it crammed into his chest!"
"Let the world... know pain." In midair, Deva Path Pain's lips moved slightly. His icy words were like raw iron scraping across a whetstone, deafening amid the wind and rain. Before his voice had faded, a terrifying law of gravitational force, sweeping aside everything with brutal disregard, exploded outward from him. The rain around him was instantly forced into vast clouds of vapor before that overwhelming power. Even the steel towers hundreds of meters tall below let out piercing sounds of metal snapping, breaking apart