Naruto: The Savior of the Shinobi World is a Liar?

" Hanzō, I come to hold your final funeral."

Looking at Hanzō from a distance, Tendo Pain spoke coldly, "This is the last mercy of God."

As the words fell, Shurado and Ningendo dispersed, forming a triangular formation that enclosed Hanzō.

"Pretending to be 'God'?"

Hanzō frowned as he gazed at the increasingly familiar face before him. Aside from the appearance, there were no remnants of the past. He spoke in a deep voice, "Are you really Yahiko? And why do you possess that pair of eyes...?"

"That person is dead. The one standing before you now is 'Pain.'"

With words almost devoid of emotion, Tendo Pain raised his arm and pointed his palm at Hanzō in the distance.

"Banshō Ten'in."

Standing on the head of the salamander, Hanzō felt his body weigh down as an overwhelming force seized him, yanking him uncontrollably toward the suspended Tendo Pain!

Black receivers slipped from Pain's sleeve and into his hand, ready to stab the approaching Hanzō.

"Absorption? What jutsu is this?"

In an instant, Hanzō realized the technique's effect, and his pupils narrowed as he gazed at the encroaching Tendo Pain. With a fierce shake of his wrist, he hurled his chain scythe.

Clang! Clang! Clang! The chains wrapped around a nearby pillar, forcibly halting his uncontrolled movement!

However, Tendo Pain's gaze darkened as the gravitational force exerted on Hanzō suddenly intensified, the pillar groaning under the strain.

Hanzō's body was being torn apart, his bones creaking under the pressure.

"No signs of hand seals; a kekkei genkai? Is it the ability of those eyes?"

Hanzō's mind raced as he decided to loosen his grip on the chain scythe, letting the force pull him faster toward Pain.

This powerful attraction felt unyielding, seemingly without a time limit?

"In that case." Hanzō focused on Tendo Pain in the distance and swiftly formed hand seals, "Water Release: Water Cannon Technique!"

He could feel the speed and control of his chakra were even several times stronger than during his peak years.

This body still harbored more potent energy; he simply had no time to explore it now.

Boom! A massive water cannon, dense as lead, shot forth, carrying enough force to penetrate iron walls, aimed directly at Tendo Pain ahead.

Every action and decision had taken place in just three fleeting seconds, honed by decades of experience and intuition in countless battles.

However, as Hanzō unleashed the powerful water cannon, Tendo Pain remained unperturbed, simply extending his arm forward.

"Shinra Tensei."

Buzz! An unstoppable, terrifying repulsion erupted around Pain's center, blasting forth.

The air twisted with a shrill scream as the surrounding rainwater was instantaneously displaced, forming a brief vacuum zone.

It was as though an invisible hammer smashed down upon Hanzō, leaving him with no way to brace himself.

Boom!!

The weighty water cannon, which had ripped through the air, was violently repulsed backwards.

"What?" Hanzō's expression changed slightly.

The sudden shift from attraction to repulsion left him no time to react, and he was brutally slammed by the combined forces of the repulsion and the water cannon.

He crashed uncontrollably to the ground, and Ningendo appeared below like a specter, fingers curled into claws, exuding the chill of soul extraction.

Yet just as he was about to touch Hanzō, the crashing figure suddenly transformed into a puddle.

Water Clone Jutsu! Hanzō had used this technique to evade Orochimaru's Hidden Shadow Snake Hands and Jiraiya's Needle Jizo, as well as to dodge the chakra dragon unleashed by Nagato using the Outer Path.

Buzz! In the next instant, Hanzō's figure silently materialized on the other side of Shurado, reclaiming his chain scythe as he spun and slashed.

This strike was aimed head-on, truly like the Grim Reaper wielding a scythe, entirely silent in execution.

Yet Shurado, without turning his head, seemed to have sensed him in his blind spot, a sharp, serrated blade suddenly sprouting from behind him.

Clang!!

The blade clashed with the scythe, sending sparks flying and a piercing metallic ring echoing across the battlefield.

Feeling that heavy force and realizing he had been inexplicably exposed, Hanzō's expression grew grave.

What's going on?

How did this guy discover me?

But before Hanzō could comprehend what was happening—

Crack!

Shurado suddenly lunged, gripping Hanzō's hand with a vice-like grip, another arm extending from his shoulder, transforming into a cold, menacing cannon, a glaring laser rapidly forming inside the barrel.

Mechanical Arsenal!

A chill ran through Hanzō's heart as he shouted, "Ibuse!"

Almost instantaneously after the sound broke forth, a massive tail crashed down, carrying overwhelming force.

Crack! Boom!! Shurado, expressionless, crushed Hanzō's wrist, his chakra explosively surging backward as the tail narrowly swiped past, cracking the earth beneath with a web of fissures.

"Desperate struggle."

Tendo Pain raised his arm once again toward Hanzō, but as he attempted to use Banshō Ten'in, the salamander abruptly turned, swinging its enormous tail.

To it, everything in front was as fragile as bubbles, yet when it swept through, it felt as if it had slammed into an unyielding barrier.

The formidable repulsion gradually rose against the halted tail, pushing it back inch by inch.

Tendo Pain glared at the fierce salamander, coldly stating, "Get lost."

Boom!!

An explosion louder than even a roar erupted, the repulsive force overwhelming the salamander's might.

Ibuse, with its massive frame, skidded back several dozen meters, clawing deep furrows into the surface with its limbs.

"…"

As he gazed at the gargantuan salamander, Tendo Pain, who had maintained his emotionless demeanor, frowned slightly.

Hanzō had earned the title of "Toxic Weapon on the Battlefield" primarily due to this creature known as Ibuse.

He had not anticipated that Hanzō would still have the power to summon Ibuse; according to Zetsu's intel, Hanzō should have been unable to exert his full strength due to age.

Yet…

"So what?" Pain coldly replied, "All resistance is futile."

Hanzō's form appeared atop Ibuse's head, regarding the four figures cloaked in black with red clouds in the distance, enduring the pain radiating from his wrist, his brow furrowing.

"What a strange power."

If he was not mistaken, that "Yahiko's" ability seemed to involve absorption and repulsion, while the bald man clearly housed an arsenal of weapons within his body.

The abilities of the long-haired man and the woman remained unclear, but instinctively, Hanzō sensed the long-haired man was particularly dangerous.

Despite being a person who was long supposed to be dead, despite not displaying any signs of using ninjutsu, despite having seemingly identical eyes, and despite being exposed inexplicably earlier...

Hanzō, alongside Ibuse, continued to engage Tendo Pain, his mind racing to process the information on the remaining three figures before him.

Boom!!

Ibuse's assault was once again thwarted by Shinra Tensei.

Hanzō suddenly froze, sensing a delay in Pain's responses.

If there were no limits on attack frequency…

Could there be a limit on intervals? "Ibuse!"

With this thought, Hanzō bent down without hesitation, pressing the diamond seal on the salamander's body.

The chakra he had accumulated surged into Ibuse.

He had discerned Tendo Pain's weakness.

Five to six seconds between attacks.

"No wonder this guy eliminated my hand so quickly!" Hanzō's heart chilled.

Unfortunately, Pain wouldn't grant him that chance.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Shurado twisted open his arms, launching several missiles trailing flames that locked down every potential escape route for Hanzō.

"Ibuse!"

At this moment, with his wrist shattered, Hanzō could no longer form hand seals. Seeing this unfolding disaster, he shouted in despair as Ibuse raised its thick neck to inhale deeply.

An enormous volume of rainwater started swirling in a white tornado at the mouth of the salamander.

In the next instant, it opened its large maw toward the sky.

Puff!!

A thick, impenetrable purple-black poisonous mist surged forth like a breached dam.

This mist not only had an exceptionally wide range but also spread rapidly, and what was more terrifying was that it mixed with the rainwater, creating a deadly domain.

The air filled with the acrid smell of decay, while the ground emitted a sizzling noise from corrosion.

The missiles aimed directly at this cloud of poison were quickly disintegrated, dissolving within mere seconds.

The Shurado, caught within the range of attack, rapidly disintegrated, revealing the mechanical components within, which too began to melt away.

But at that moment, Ningendo appeared in front of Tendo Pain, who raised his arm toward him.

Boom!! A powerful repulsive force acted behind Ningendo, shattering the ground and sending him flying into the poisonous mist.

Ningendo hurtled like a cannonball into the cloud, and his body visibly began to corrode, but his hand managed to reach Ibuse's body.

Soul Removal!

The Rinnegan of Ningendo glimmered ominously as his outstretched right hand grasped the salamander's abdomen!

Nagato was currently gathering most of his chakra into Ningendo, forcibly extracting the soul from the salamander's body.

This was the one Path Pain whom Hanzō had not discerned any information about.

"What is that technique?"

Seeing this scene, Hanzō's face shifted, but before he could react, Tendo Pain's Rinnegan spun, stretching out his hand.

Banshō Ten'in!

A powerful attraction instantly gripped Hanzō. This time, it was a full-scale application, and almost instantly, Hanzō found himself uncontrollably flying away.

As Hanzō's wrist cracked, the effect of "Karma" finally healed him completely.

However, before he could raise his hand to form seals.

Boom! Shurado separated his fist from Hanzō's wrist, striking down with immense force, throwing Hanzō, who found himself without a foothold, crashing downward, while Ningendo manifested beneath him, clutching Hanzō's rigid body!

Hanzō's pupils constricted instantly as if his soul had been seized by an invisible hand, overwhelming pain and weakness surged through his entire being in an instant!

"It's over."

Tendo Pain hovered in midair, looking down at Hanzō, whose soul was being extracted by Ningendo, his calm voice devoid of emotion: "Challenging God is simply futile."

As those words fell, Ningendo's expression remained flat, his five fingers violently closing! But at that moment, an immensely potent force of restraint surged forth, akin to a nail pinning down Hanzō's soul, halting the extraction of his essence in an instant.

Nagato, controlling Ningendo, frowned, glancing at the diamond seal engraved on Hanzō's palm.

It was this thing that had pinned Hanzō's soul, preventing him from extracting it from his body.

"What is this?"

As Nagato pondered, black markings extended from the seal, rapidly crawling across his right side, even enveloping the soul being pulled from Hanzō.

Then, they spread to the arm of Ningendo that was grasping Hanzō's soul...

Buzz!!

With no opportunity for any response, Nagato, the controller of Ningendo, felt his vision blackening, quickly flooding with crimson.

Opening his eyes, he found himself enveloped in a chaotic void.

"Where is this…"

Nagato looked down at his arms and body and immediately realized he had been forcefully pulled into the mental realm, a flash of surprise crossing his face.

Someone had followed Ningendo's path to drag his essence inside? How could such a thing be possible?!

While astonished, in the depths of that deathly stillness, a hoarse and indifferent voice emerged from the darkness.

"What an insignificant worm; are you daring to touch my soul?"

It seemed the voice's owner saw something, pausing slightly, and the tone shifted into one of puzzlement.

"That is not the pair of eyes you should possess."

"Tell me, where did your eyes come from?"

Not the eyes he should possess? What does that mean? At this, Nagato abruptly raised his head, a chilling sensation surging within his heart.

Within his field of vision, a colossal and distorted silhouette hung amidst the chaotic mist.

But at the end of his gaze, upon a throne constructed of bone and rubble, a figure sat, appearing both faint and clear.

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