"Jiraiya-sensei."
Konan hovered in midair, looking down at him.
"You broke into Amegakure. You're an invader!"
Jiraiya's eyes held complicated emotions. He opened his mouth but said nothing.
They stood on opposing sides now. No amount of talking would help.
Once teacher and students, now enemies.
What exactly had happened to the three of them in the years since he had left Amegakure?
They had never been like this before...
Countless sheets of paper suddenly hardened into densely packed shuriken, carrying rainwater as they sliced down through the air.
They came at treacherous angles, cutting off every avenue of escape for Jiraiya.
The paper blades were razor-sharp, capable of slicing through flesh in an instant.
"Fire Release: Flame Bullet!"
As Jiraiya finished his hand seals, a crimson wave of fire surged out, its scorching flames instantly burning through the paper blades filling the sky.
The falling paper blades rapidly melted on contact with the intense heat.
Konan's offensive was broken head-on, burned to nothing.
Taking advantage of the opening created by the wall of flames, Konan scattered into thousands of sheets of paper, then reassembled.
Then she instantly closed the distance and appeared before Jiraiya, her paper blades gathering into a sharp paper spear that thrust straight toward his heart.
Every move was lethal. She held nothing back.
Although she did not want to attack her former teacher, their relationship could no longer return to what it had been.
She and Nagato would help the deceased Yahiko fulfill his dream of peace in the Shinobi World!
Even if Nagato's plan was rather extreme, she was still willing to trust the companion who had always been by her side.
After living through war and betrayal, her world had long since narrowed to protecting Nagato and pursuing peace. There was no room