Main World.
Summer, year 24 of Konoha.
Somewhere at sea on Ocean Planet.
The sea was as calm as a mirror, the setting sun dyeing its waters gold and red. Several sailing ships flying pirate flags lay scattered across the water, their hulls riddled with bullet marks, their masts broken, their sails tattered. The pirates knelt on the decks with their hands over their heads, trembling all over. Their clothes were ragged, their faces scarred, their bodies wounded, their eyes full of fear. Some cried, some begged for mercy, and some shook.
Yahiko stood on the deck of a pirate ship, holding the Reincarnation Prison-Suppressing Staff, his short orange hair stirring slightly in the sea breeze. His face was expressionless, but an indescribably complicated emotion filled his eyes. Behind him stood dozens of naval soldiers, their guns aimed at the pirates. Konan stood on the deck of another pirate ship, holding the Pure White Sin-Condemning Kunai. Her cool face was expressionless, but she had stopped folding the Paper Crane in her hands.
Nagato stood at the bow of the flagship, his dark red hair stirring gently in the sea breeze. His Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan was already active, the pirates' figures reflected in his scarlet pupils. He said nothing, merely watching. He did not need to speak. Yahiko and Konan would handle it.
"My lord... spare us..."
A pirate knelt before Yahiko, his voice hoarse, tears and snot smeared across his face.
"We... we had no choice... there was no food at home... our children were sick, and we couldn't afford treatment... that's why we..."
Yahiko frowned slightly. "How many people have you killed?"
"N-none..." A hint of guilt crept into the pirate's voice. "We only stole things... we never killed anyone..."
Yahiko looked at him and fell silent for a