What did it feel like to suddenly learn that your entire life had been woven from lies?
The only power he had trusted was a lie. The goal he had strived for was a lie. Everything was a lie.
Jiraiya's words nearly broke Nagato. Though he desperately did not want to believe them, he had no choice but to.
Nagato could also sense that there were far too many problems whenever he used the Rinnegan.
These eyes were his, yet they did not truly seem to be his.
To use the Rinnegan, he had nearly drained himself dry.
Nagato liked to call himself a god, but in truth, he was merely someone barely clinging to life in a dark corner.
Using power that did not belong to oneself came at a price.
The more Nagato used the Rinnegan's power, the weaker he became.
If he had not been from the Uzumaki Clan and possessed unimaginable vitality, he would have died long ago.
Seeing Nagato and Konan suddenly fall into confusion, Jiraiya sighed. Was he not just as lost?
Before learning all these truths, he had always been searching for the so-called Child of Prophecy.
He had also learned from Sasuke that the Child of Prophecy was Naruto.
Naruto and Sasuke would stop everything and seal Kaguya Otsutsuki, but the Shinobi World's structure would not change.
There would still be shinobi villages and nations, and the villages would be even weaker. Though Naruto became Hokage, he would only be a puppet of politics.
The threat of the Otsutsuki Clan had not been removed either. They had already pursued them into this world.
And he himself had died at the hands of his own disciple, Nagato.
Had he not personally shattered fate now? Fate was meant to be broken!
Only strength was