The magic circle shattered.
Violent spatial turbulence instantly swallowed the ground.
The flickering wormhole plunged with a thunderous crash, dragging the entire out-of-control Gelel Stone vein into the void, along with the immobilized Temujin.
The instant weightlessness swept through him, countless shattered images flooded Temujin's mind.
The ruined village of his childhood, cold corpses strewn everywhere, a sky stained red by war, and the final looks his family had given him.
Endless screams echoed in his ears.
The villagers' wails, his family's cries, his companions' roars, all overlapping.
The war that destroyed his home had left him alone and helpless, stripped of everything.
When he had nowhere left to turn, Haido appeared and painted a picture of an ideal nation without conflict or suffering.
For that illusory promise of hope, he had willingly followed him for years.
He accepted the so-called necessary sacrifices, stood by as his companions went to their deaths and countless villages were destroyed, and condoned this sudden invasion of the Land of Wind, sacrificing its countless villages for their ideal.
With every slaughter, every conquest, he told himself this was the only path to peace.
Only at the end did he see clearly that all those sacrifices had been meaningless.
Haido had destroyed his family. Haido had exploited his faith. And Haido was the one weaving lies atop countless corpses.
The weak who had been sacrificed, the villages destroyed, the innocents who had died in vain, even his dead family-all had become stepping stones for Haido's ambition.
Their supposed ideal nation had been a filthy, laughable fraud from beginning to end.
Overwhelming remorse and venomous hatred drowned his reason.
They all deserved to die!
Haido deserved to die for manipulating people and slaughtering innocents.
*The Konoha ninja deserved to die too, for watching this farce with