His gaze fell on Yahiko, lying motionless nearby, and he froze. The light in his eyes dimmed once more, leaving only bottomless pain and deathly stillness.
"Why... why..." Nagato murmured, tears slipping silently down his face.
Uchiha Makoto offered neither comfort nor lofty words of wisdom.
He simply finished the last of the treatment and withdrew his hand.
"What... should I do now?" Nagato looked at Uchiha Makoto, his eyes filled with confusion and despair.
Yahiko was dead, his ideals had crumbled, and his organization was shattered. He possessed terrifying power, yet had no idea what to do with it.
Uchiha Makoto stood and dusted off his hands.
"Haven't you already found your path?" He looked into Nagato's Rinnegan, still hollow, yet burning with cold fire in their depths. "Use your eyes to 'see' this world clearly. Use your power to 'feel' this world's pain. Then do what you believe you must."
He paused and looked toward the direction Hanzō had fled beyond the valley.
"But right now, I have something else to do."
Now that the old bastard has left the protection of Konoha...
"I can't let an opportunity this good slip away."
Over the desolate hills along the Land of Rain's border, the rain gradually eased, leaving only an unbroken blanket of dark clouds and damp, chilly air.
Far from the slaughter in Wailing Ghost Valley, this place seemed especially quiet. Only the wind wailed through jagged rocks and scattered dead trees.
Uchiha Makoto moved like a phantom, slipping soundlessly through the rugged terrain.
His perception spread like an invisible net, firmly locked onto the chakra signature ahead, which remained on high alert-Shimura Danzō.
Danzo had left swiftly and cautiously.
Although Nagato's rampage had startled him earlier, Danzo had felt that Nagato would not attack him, so he