Inside the Four Violet Flames Formation.
Hiruzen Sarutobi was almost at his limit.
He had fractures all over his body, his chakra was nearly depleted, and even his vision was beginning to blur.
Yet the First and Second Hokage's attacks remained relentless, every strike aimed at a vital point.
"Hiruzen, give up."
Hashirama Senju's voice was hoarse and hollow.
"This is Impure World Reincarnation. You can't win."
"Teacher..."
Hiruzen gritted his teeth.
"I... can't give up..."
Orochimaru's laughter rang out.
"Teacher Sarutobi, you really are stubborn. But that stubbornness will soon come to an end."
He raised a hand, ordering the First and Second Hokage to deliver the final blow.
Hiruzen closed his eyes.
Just then-
A languid voice pierced the barrier and reached everyone's ears.
"That's about enough."
Orochimaru jerked his head up and saw the boy in black atop a distant tower, looking down at them.
Genya Uchiha.
His arms were folded, and he showed no intention of coming over, yet his voice reached every person's ears.
"Orochimaru, keep playing for now. I've still got something to deal with here. I'll come take care of you in a bit."
Orochimaru's pupils contracted.
What technique was this? Transmitting his voice from a distance?
No, this was... a visual jutsu?
Having spoken, Genya withdrew his gaze and looked at Konan.
"Konan, does this look familiar?"
He turned to face her, and the Mangekyō Sharingan in his eyes quietly began to change.
Gears rotated, patterns rearranged, and finally...
They became rings of purple ripples.
The Rinnegan.
Konan jolted, her pupils shrinking.
Those eyes... those eyes...
"How do you have...?!"
Her voice had lost its usual composure, filled with shock and disbelief.
The Rinnegan.
Those were Nagato's eyes. Those were the Sage of Six Paths' eyes. Those were...
Genya looked at her