Naruto: I'm Nine-Tails and My Host is Kushina

Murderous intent radiated from Nagato.

In that moment, his entire face twisted into something ferocious and warped.

The temperature around them plummeted, as if the very air had been gripped by death.

"Summoning: Demonic Statue of the Outer Path!"

Suddenly, the ground cracked and quaked. From beneath the soil, an enormous, grotesque creature erupted, its form monstrous and primal.

The shinobi of Amegakure were frozen in terror.

What kind of Summoning was this? None of them had seen anything like it before.

From this summoned behemoth, they could feel an aura of overwhelming malice.

This was no ordinary Summoning creature.

Even the seasoned Hanzō of the Salamander, who had roamed the shinobi world for decades, had never encountered anything like it.

"Could it be because of the Rinnegan?"

A unique Summoning only the Rinnegan could command? That was Hanzō's grim suspicion.

The statue let out a hellish roar, something between a wail and a demonic cry, as if a tortured soul was screaming into the void.

From its jagged maw, several black rods extended and pierced into Nagato's back.

Chakra surged violently. The rods greedily sucked out massive amounts of Nagato's chakra.

His body shriveled rapidly.

He looked emaciated, skin clinging tightly to bone.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

Every breath was laborious, a luxury he could barely afford.

But it was precisely this sacrifice that allowed him to control the Demonic Statue.

This was no mere Summoning beast.

It was the vessel—the empty husk—of the Ten-Tails.

A prison that bound the nine Tailed Beasts.

Once all nine tailed chakras were sealed inside, the Ten-Tails would awaken again.

Suddenly, from the gaping mouth of the statue, a dragon formed of raw, violent chakra spewed forth.

A deep violet serpent of death surged into the sky, aiming directly at the shinobi of Amegakure.

Even the briefest contact was fatal.

Those touched were instantly drained, their chakra ripped from their bodies.

Their forms collapsed, shriveled and pale like corpses long forgotten.

To be drained of chakra in an instant—the sensation was unimaginably horrific.

The devastation was beyond comprehension.

Panic seized the battlefield.

"Run!"

"If that thing touches you, you're dead!"

The shinobi scattered in every direction, desperate to escape.

But their speed was nothing compared to the chakra dragon.

And Nagato had no intention of letting them go.

He would slaughter them all.

For Yahiko.

For every Akatsuki member who had been murdered.

Their screams echoed across the valley.

One by one, the shinobi were drained dry.

Until only one remained: Hanzō of the Salamander.

The dragon hovered above, now fully manifest in physical form, its glowing eyes fixed on Hanzō.

To face a beast that could consume chakra itself...

Yet Hanzō stood tall, unfazed.

He wasn't terrified. No, he was intrigued.

A wielder of the Rinnegan in a small, war-torn nation like the Land of Rain?

If he could seize those eyes, he'd rise again in power.

Boom!

The chakra dragon lunged.

"Body Flicker Technique!"

Smoke erupted.

The beast collided with empty rock.

Hanzō's form reappeared on a distant cliff, eyes narrowed.

He was cautious now. His opponent wasn't just strong—he was dangerous.

"If you're going to act, now's the time!"

The sudden shout from Hanzō startled Nagato.

All the Rain ninja had already been slaughtered.

Who was left?

Nagato's sensory prowess swept the area.

Only Hanzō remained.

Then...

A sharp pain pierced his abdomen.

Nagato's eyes widened.

A kunai buried in his gut. And in front of him, Konan.

"Konan?! Why... why would you—?"

A cruel smile stretched across her lips.

"Heh... I'm not that woman."

With a puff of white smoke, her form shifted.

The illusion shattered, revealing a tall, heavily built man.

His chakra signature surged into view.

"You're not Konan!"

"Of course not, dumbass. I'm Lord Hanzō's right hand. No way I'd be some paper-loving emo chick."

The man cackled.

"Disguise Jutsu is my specialty. I even mimic chakra. Pretty sick, huh?"

Nagato's face contorted with fury.

It had been a setup. All of it.

Hanzō had planned this.

Pfft!

Nagato coughed blood, staining the ground beneath him.

"Nice job, Jerizu," Hanzō called out from above, smug.

"Now take those eyes."

The man—Jerizu—grinned wickedly and reached out.

But the moment his hand moved, a dreadful chill washed over him.

Those eyes—those Rinnegan eyes—glared at him with pure hatred.

A divine force weighed down on him.

"Wh-what is this pressure?"

"You're filth," Nagato spat. "Don't think you can touch a god."

"Almighty Push!"

BOOM!

A shockwave of repulsive energy exploded outward.

Jerizu was sent flying like a rag doll, smashing into a cliffside.

The kunai embedded in Nagato was torn free and clattered to the ground.

Jerizu slammed into stone, blood spraying from his mouth.

"Wh-what kind of jutsu was that?!"

His body trembled in fear. Every instinct screamed at him to flee.

"Don't you dare shake," he growled at himself.

But Nagato wasn't done.

"Universal Pull!"

Jerizu's body was ripped from the wall, dragged through the air toward Nagato.

He screamed.

But it was useless.

Squelch!

A black chakra rod pierced through his chest as he flew.

He gasped. Still alive. Barely.

"Where is the real Konan?"

Jerizu coughed. "Dead. We killed her."

Nagato didn't flinch.

He ripped the rod out.

And with one clean motion, severed Jerizu's head.

The battlefield was a mess of corpses.

All of Amegakure's ninja lay dead.

Only Hanzō remained.

"So this is the Rinnegan... The ability to repel and attract at will. How utterly absurd."

Hanzō chuckled softly.

Nagato leveled his gaze at the older shinobi.

"Old man. Tell me where Konan is. Maybe then, you live."

The tables had turned.

Now Nagato was the one asking questions.

"Maybe, huh? So you're saying you won't spare me regardless. You're still just a kid."

Hanzō laughed again.

"Didn't my subordinate already tell you? We killed the girl. Why else would we use a fake for bait?"

He smirked.

"Hell, I can lend you the knife if you want to cut up the fake."

Nagato clenched his fists.

He didn't want to believe it.

But the evidence...

Two people had said the same thing.

Now, only rage remained in him.

Only Yahiko's words echoed in his head.

"If only a god can bring peace, then I shall become that god."

And now Konan...

Was gone.

Nothing was holding him back anymore.

With the Asura Path, he deployed a hidden weapon from his mechanical arm.

A rocket launcher.

BOOM—

The explosion lit up the mountaintop. Smoke and fire engulfed the battlefield.

The war wasn't over.

Not yet.

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