The rice-hauling Pain's Deva Path cleared out Konoha with a single Shinra Tensei.
For a hundred miles around, not a blade of grass remained. Everything lay bare.
When Tsunade saw this, she nearly ground her back teeth to pieces. The fury in her eyes burned even hotter, and she wanted nothing more than to charge straight over.
And slap that trash-talking Deva Path across the face. Her grandfathers had painstakingly built Konoha.
Now it had been destroyed just like that, as though it were nothing.
Of course, Pain didn't know what Tsunade had said, or he would have been furious. (As though it were nothing? Which eye of yours saw me doing this casually? Didn't you see how long I spent charging that ultimate attack? Didn't you see Nagato nearly draining himself to death? As though it were nothing? Fuck that.)
At last, Pain's Deva Path's attack ended, and he slowly descended from the sky, followed by the other five Pains.
The six stood together, wearing black cloaks with red clouds and flashy nail polish. The strongest boy band, the Pain Boy Band, had arrived.
On the other side, Konoha had sent out Tsunade, Jiraiya, Kakashi, Guy, and the others, along with our very own Naruto and Meihui.
Meihui looked at Deva Path in the center, then at the six men's formation and poses, and couldn't help recalling a verse from his days on Blue Star.
(My old friend left Yellow Crane Tower for the west, singing, dancing, rapping, playing basketball with the best. The spring breeze greens the southern river shore; two and a half years of training, nothing more.)
The Pains wore matching outfits and identical looks in their eyes, all gazing straight ahead in perfect unison.
Meihui stared in a daze. They really did look exactly like