"Who the hell are you?"
Murotsu panted heavily, occasionally coughing up blood, but he paid it no heed and continued staring at Nagato with fierce eyes.
"I refuse to believe a ninja as strong as you could be unknown in the shinobi world."
"I once thought that if everyone tasted the same pain, hatred would disappear. But that was only wishful thinking on my part." Nagato said, "This ends here, Murotsu. Stop following this mistaken path."
Over the years, the pain in Nagato's heart over Yahiko's death had not diminished in the slightest.
Instead, his longing had made it even worse.
But after seeing the shinobi world's current state, Nagato also realized that his method of ending war by making the world feel pain was wrong.
This world could become better even without pain.
Uchiha Xuantou had done very well in that regard.
"Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to talk down to me like that?" Murotsu raised his voice further. "How could ninjas from great nations like you possibly understand our sorrow?"
"You have no idea what we bear."
"Do you know the pain of going out with a sword, knowing your entire family will die if you return empty-handed? How many years did I spend living like that...? Wasn't it my belief that I could change everything that brought me this far?"
"All you do is lecture people in that arrogant, condescending tone. It's truly disgusting!"
Murotsu flexed his joints, pushed himself upright, and formed hand seals, blue-green chakra appearing in his palms.
At that moment, the anger he had suppressed for so long was fully ignited.
"Earth Release: Crust Split Charge!"
Under the impact of an enormous amount of chakra, the ground tore apart in an instant. A massive Rock Torrent surged