The pressure overhead weighed like an iron mountain, making my back teeth ache.
Both my legs had sunk completely into the muck, and muddy water poured down my trouser legs into my shoes.
Wet, sticky, and cold to the bone.
Deva Path Pain floated high overhead, swaying like a kite with a snapped string.
His pale, corpse-like face was rigid, and both his hands pressed down with all his strength.
"Feel pain! How many floors can a bag of rice go..."
Pain muttered away, spouting his usual holy-man bullshit.
The howling wind shredded his voice until he sounded like an old radio shorting out.
I spat out a mouthful of grit, my neck aching under the crushing pressure.
"Floors, my ass! I'm not leaving you a single fucking floor today!"
"Making me haul rice this early in the morning-do you run a fucking grocery store?"
I shoved both hands upward, black mud packed beneath my nails.
Green wood release chakra erupted from me like floodwater through an opened dam.
The interwoven canopy of massive timbers overhead gave off piercing creaks.
The invisible repulsion crushed cracks into the wood, sending splinters flying everywhere.
Fragments flew into my eyes, stinging so badly that tears streamed down my face.
I wiped haphazardly at my eyelids with my sleeve, scraping a bloody line across the back of my hand.
"Nagato, did you spend all your strength coughing?"
"You think you can flatten Konoha with this little muscle? Keep dreaming!"
I shouted at the top of my lungs, making my own ears ring.
Deva Path Pain said nothing. His lifeless, ringed eyes stared straight at me.
The black metal studs in his face actually shook an inch loose under his own force.
Black fluid seeped from the holes, looking nastier than a dead rat in