Shinobi World No. 1.
Winter, Year 46 of Konoha.
Mount Myōboku, outside the Great Toad Sage's cave.
The mist churned under the impact of evil power. Dark red, dark purple, and dark green light intertwined, staining this once-peaceful sacred land with hellish colors. The Apostle of Pain stood at the cave entrance, the three cracks on his mask of pain looking especially hideous in the dark red light. Around him, Super Kage Level evil power rose like flames, evaporating all the surrounding mist.
The Apostle of Despair stood to his left, the Staff of Despair already in hand. Dark purple light surged from its tip, twisting and churning in the air before turning into countless tiny, tendril-like strands of energy that spread into the depths of the cave. The Apostle of Madness stood to his right, his Claws of Madness already extended, their dark green blades gleaming eerily in the mist.
Opposite them was the Great Toad Sage.
The enormous toad lay on a stone platform, its massive body like a mountain. Wounds already covered it-its left eye had been struck by the Apostle of Pain's evil power and was now blind; its right hind leg was bound by the Apostle of Despair's energy strands and could not move; the Apostle of Madness's battle claws had opened a long gash across its belly, from which dark red blood slowly flowed.
"Warty Toad Sage!"
The Apostle of Pain's voice echoed over Mount Myōboku, laden with undisguised mockery.
"Make a prophecy. Which of my moves will kill you? Hahahaha!"
The Great Toad Sage kept its eyes closed and did not answer.
"Can't predict it, can you!"
The Apostle of Pain took a step forward.
"Because we're not part of the Sage of Six Paths' chakra system at all!"
There was a trace