Above Navy Headquarters on Ocean Planet.
The sky had split open, then closed again. But the oppressive presence lingering in the air had not faded. Instead, it grew heavier and heavier with the arrival of those two figures in white.
The sea was no longer calm. Waves churned as though some enormous beast were turning over beneath the surface. The wind stopped, the flags drooped, and a suffocating deathly silence enveloped all of Navy Headquarters.
Nagato stood on the rooftop, his dark red hair stirring gently in the sea breeze. His Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan was already active. Within his scarlet pupils, the spiral pattern in his left eye and the Triangular Blade Pattern in his right slowly rotated. He did not look at Yahiko beside him, Toyotomi Yinglang behind him, or the woman on the steps, dressed in a black maid outfit and trembling slightly. He looked only at Ōtsutsuki Fūshū.
A member of the Main Family. Six Paths level. He had lived for who knew how many years, harvested who knew how many planets, and killed who knew how many "powerful fighters." His fists could shatter Susanoo. His speed was so great that even the color of observation struggled to track him. His combat experience was enough to overwhelm any battle-hardened taijutsu ninja in the Shinobi World.
Nagato took a deep breath. Then he raised his hand.
"Come out."
On the rooftop, the ground began to churn. Not earth, but shadows. Black, viscous shadows, like living things, surged from the ground, gathering and taking shape behind Nagato. One, two, three... ten, a hundred, a thousand. Shadow servants. Nagato's "collection" from all these years. Those powerful fighters who had died on the battlefield-slain by the Shadow Devouring Sword, suppressed by Monarch Domain, reaped by Shadow Instantaneous Movement. Their souls had