CHAPTER 187 - 187 : THE RINNEGAN IS NOTHING SPECIAL!

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Uchiha Haru stood in midair, controlling his colossal Susanoo, holding the massive meteorite in one hand as he hovered above the battlefield.

He looked down at the cheering crowd, his expression calm and detached. Glory and recognition meant nothing to him. Where others might bask in adulation for saving the world, Haru felt no such satisfaction.

It was like giving candy to an adult—meaningless.

Perspective changes with height. Only by standing at the summit can one see the broader horizon.

To ordinary people, catching a Chibaku Tensei meteorite with one hand was beyond comprehension. To Haru, it was trivial. He could replicate the feat any time he desired.

He gave the ecstatic crowd one last indifferent glance—then vanished in a flash.

When he reappeared, he was deep within a dense forest. He had marked this location with the Flying Thunder God Technique during his previous return to Konoha. Now, having resolved the chaos there, he'd come back to finish what he started: hunting down Nagato.

Riding atop his Wood Release: Wood Dragon, Haru still held the meteorite in one hand as he floated silently over the treetops.

The moment he appeared, a dense gray shadow fell over the forest as the meteorite blocked the light from the sky. The atmosphere turned oppressive, as if the heavens themselves had dropped a curtain over the earth.

Below, Nagato and the Deva Path Pain—on the verge of fleeing—immediately sensed the sudden change in the sky. Their expressions twisted in horror.

They didn't need to look to know what was coming.

It was the same Chibaku Tensei they had released just moments ago.

Only now, it was being hurled back at them.

And the man who had caught their ultimate technique with a single hand—Uchiha Haru—was terrifying beyond imagination. Not even wielders of the Rinnegan could do what he had done.

The sheer power was unfathomable.

Suspended above the forest, Haru's eyes remained calm and unreadable. He didn't even bother to search for Nagato and Pain's exact positions. Instead, he simply hurled the meteorite straight downward.

When something of that magnitude fell, pinpoint accuracy wasn't necessary.

No matter where they hid, the consequences would be the same—certain death.

The enormous rock descended again, this time aimed squarely at Nagato, the one who had summoned it in the first place.

As the dark shadow loomed ever closer, Nagato's face turned ashen.

Chibaku Tensei—a supreme Rinnegan technique. If it had been an ordinary version, he could've countered it with Shinra Tensei. The cost would be chakra, but the damage manageable.

But this was no ordinary Chibaku Tensei.

This was the meteorite he'd constructed in anger, attempting to obliterate Uchiha Haru. It was larger, denser, heavier—far beyond the standard form.

Yet that same attack had been effortlessly caught and now sent plummeting toward him.

Nagato's expression grew grim as he steeled himself.

Then, he roared:

"Super Shinra Tensei!"

His most powerful Rinnegan technique—an upgraded version of Shinra Tensei, capable of erasing entire landscapes. In the original timeline, he had used this very move to level the entire Hidden Leaf Village.

It came at a price.

To perform it, all chakra from the remaining Paths must be channeled into the Deva Path for one devastating strike.

Even the real Nagato, hidden in a remote location, had to pay dearly to unleash it.

But now, every other Path had been destroyed by Haru. Only the Deva Path remained.

Still, Nagato was the puppeteer behind the Six Paths of Pain.

He didn't need the others.

He alone would suffice.

"Super Shinra Tensei!"

A tremendous surge of force blasted upward, crashing violently against the descending meteorite.

The collision was apocalyptic.

Nagato's body was flung backward through the forest, smashing through trees as he tumbled for dozens of meters before skidding to a stop. Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, but he quickly rose again.

The meteorite had slowed—but not stopped.

"Aaaargh!!"

With veins bulging from his forehead, Nagato screamed, releasing every last drop of chakra within his body.

He had nothing left to hold back.

The air crackled. Sparks flew.

The meteorite groaned under pressure as it fought against the immense repulsion force.

It slowed... but still, it descended.

"No... no way..."

Nagato trembled. His legs gave out.

"Is this it...? Is this how it ends?"

He had tried. He had given everything.

And it still wasn't enough.

There was nothing left. No more chakra. No more jutsu.

Nothing.

"Konan... Yahiko..."

Two faces appeared in his mind. One, a woman with blue hair and a paper flower in her hair. The other, a young man with fire in his eyes—an earlier version of the Deva Path now beside him.

They had shared the same dream.

A world without war. Peace through understanding.

His vision blurred, colors fading.

"No... No..."

Nagato gritted his teeth and shook his head violently, forcing clarity back into his gaze.

"I won't fall like this!"

"I still have things left undone... things we dreamed of—me, Konan, and Yahiko!"

"I—will—NOT—DIE—HERE!"

His pupils sharpened. His voice trembled with rage and determination.

"SUPER SHINRA TENSEI!!!"

The same ninjutsu—but this time, even more powerful than before.

To put it simply, its destructive force had been amplified.

So much so that it could obliterate a colossal meteorite from the sky.

But the price paid was equally devastating.

As the Super Shinra Tensei burst forth, Nagato's vibrant red hair began to fade, rapidly turning pale white before their very eyes. Blood spewed intermittently from his mouth, drenching his chin and the front of his Akatsuki cloak, his entire appearance becoming increasingly ghastly.

Finally, the massive meteorite that had been plummeting with apocalyptic force halted in midair.

Nagato used the last vestiges of his chakra to deflect the meteorite away. But just as he succeeded, he violently coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed, utterly drained.

The Deva Path Pain also lost its connection and dropped lifelessly to the ground.

Nagato followed, crashing to the earth moments later.

His limbs trembled. His vision blurred. His whole body throbbed with unimaginable pain as the world around him spun out of focus. Every breath felt like it might be his last.

And then, a shadow descended from the sky.

A tall figure in a black cloak adorned with red clouds. Blood-red Sharingan eyes burned in the darkness, glowing with a cold intensity.

There was no mistaking him—it was Uchiha Haru.

"...You... you win..." Nagato murmured, his voice hoarse and fading.

Strangely, despite staring into the eyes of the man who had unraveled his entire plan and crushed his ambitions, Nagato felt no anger. No hatred.

Just an eerie sense of peace. A quiet acceptance.

Maybe, in a way, this was relief.

Uchiha Haru stared down at him with no hint of emotion, his Mangekyō Sharingan pulsing faintly in the shadows. To him, Nagato had been the most powerful adversary he'd encountered so far.

But still... not enough.

Not worthy of being his true rival.

"You're going to die," Haru said flatly.

The overwhelming force Nagato had just unleashed should have been enough to annihilate any living shinobi. The only reason he was still breathing was because he had sacrificed nearly everything just to survive—his already weakened body now fully spent.

He was a candle in the wind. Flickering. Fading.

Nagato knew this. No one understood the fragility of his own body better than he did.

"I know," Nagato exhaled with a weak smile. "But... can you... can you promise me one thing...?"

"You're in no position to make requests," Haru interrupted coldly.

It didn't matter how tragic Nagato's past had been. This world was full of suffering, filled with orphans, victims, broken dreams. Misery wasn't a license to destroy others.

Wrong is wrong.

And anyone who crosses that line must pay the price.

Nagato gave a bitter chuckle, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. Of course. He had no bargaining chips left. No chakra, no Pains, no leverage. Nothing but a dying wish.

Well... he had tried. If he ever met Yahiko again in the afterlife, maybe Yahiko wouldn't blame him.

His gaze shifted to the motionless body of the Deva Path—Yahiko's body. That had been his last hope... to ask Haru to protect it.

But that too was futile now.

"Do it," Nagato whispered, closing his eyes. "Finish it..."

He was ready.

But in that moment, something unexpected happened.

A spiraling vortex of space distortion materialized beside Nagato, warping reality with a chilling hum. Two figures stepped through.

Both wore the Akatsuki's signature black cloaks with red clouds.

One had long lavender hair cascading over her shoulders—Konan.

The other wore a vortex-patterned orange mask that revealed only one eye.

The masked man.

Seeing the devastation and the state Nagato was in, their faces shifted to expressions of pure shock.

While Nagato had infiltrated Konoha to fulfill his mission, the masked man and Konan had been dispatched to capture the One-Tail Jinchūriki—Gaara of the Hidden Sand.

They had assumed Nagato, wielding the Rinnegan, would be unstoppable.

But by the time they completed their task and returned, they found this—

Nagato, utterly broken and near death.

Konan rushed forward and knelt beside him, her voice trembling as she tried to lift his blood-soaked body and check his condition.

The masked man didn't move at first. He simply stood between them and Uchiha Haru.

But it wasn't out of loyalty or desperation.

To him, Nagato was useful—but not irreplaceable. If it weren't for one crucial reason, he wouldn't have risked stepping into Haru's line of sight.

Uchiha Haru... was dangerous beyond reason.

The masked man had always suspected Haru was powerful. He had even assumed he was overestimating the Uchiha prodigy.

But now, standing here, watching what remained of Nagato—who had wielded the full might of the Rinnegan—he realized with cold horror that even his highest estimations had been too low.

Even someone like Nagato, one of the strongest shinobi in the world, had been crushed like an insect.

It was terrifying.

Yet still, the masked man stood firm.

Because he needed something from Nagato.

If Nagato died, so be it.

But he had to recover the body.

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