The rain in Amegakure had never stopped.
The sky remained overcast and rainy, and sunlight had not appeared for a very long time.
Rain beat against the dilapidated buildings and weathered towers, splashing into fine mist and shrouding the entire village in a deathly still, damp oppression.
The year-round rain was Amegakure's distinctive backdrop, and also the inescapable net Nagato had laid.
The entire village lay within his perception.
Atop a solitary tower, Nagato sat quietly in the darkness, his frail body concealed in shadow.
The next second, his eyes narrowed slightly.
The Rain Tiger at Will Technique had detected several uninvited guests.
"You came after all."
Nagato murmured to himself, his voice hoarse and cold, without the slightest ripple.
"Konan, tell Obito to lead them here."
Konan nodded at his words, her body dissolving into sheets of paper.
In an alley in Amegakure, six figures slowly rose through the water and stood.
Deva Path, Asura Path, Human Path, Animal Path, Preta Path, Naraka Path-the six puppet bodies stood straight, their black rain cloaks soaked and clinging to their bodies. Their pale purple Rinnegan gazes were perfectly aligned, cold and hollow, devoid of joy or sorrow.
Originally, he had only used his friend's corpse to create Deva Path. After learning that Uchiha Jin and the others were coming, he had put some effort into making several more puppets.
A pair of paper wings had formed behind Konan. Wearing the Akatsuki's black robe with red clouds, she flew in the air, countless tiny scraps of paper swirling around her and keeping out the cold rain.
Obito Uchiha stood beneath her, only one Three-Tomoe Sharingan exposed, intense killing intent radiating from his entire body.
In truth, he had not wanted things between him and Uchiha Jin to reach this point.
Unfortunately,