Chapter 59 — Battle Begins! The Three Sannin + Yujiro vs. The Six Paths of Pain!
When Yujiro spoke his final line, his tone carried none of his usual playfulness or sarcasm.
It was genuine—so genuine that even a fool could tell he meant it.
He wasn't joking. He wasn't bluffing.
He was really talking about the future of the world.
Even the three Sannin—Tsunade, Orochimaru, and Jiraiya—felt it.
For a moment, they believed that if Nagato had given Yujiro even a halfway satisfying answer, this madman would've thrown his arms open and shouted with a grin:
"Bro, exactly! That's what I've been saying! Let's do it—hell yeah, let's turn this world upside down!!"
They could totally see him doing it.
Because that was just who Uchiha Yujiro was—reckless, wild, and completely unrestrained.
But that moment never came.
Pain stayed silent.
And his silence was louder than any thunder.
He gave no reply—
but silence is an answer.
Yujiro sighed softly, then smiled with regret.
"That's unfortunate, bro. You just lost the best and biggest card you could've had."
His voice carried conviction—like he was speaking plain truth.
It was almost infectious. For a second, even Pain himself felt the loss, like something precious had slipped through his fingers.
"...A genjutsu?" he murmured.
Then his gaze sharpened. "No... I'm not under illusion. This man… is dangerous."
The Deva Path's ripple-patterned eyes—the Rinnegan—snapped fully open.
Across from him, the Sannin and Yujiro tensed simultaneously.
The air thickened, the rain stopped feeling cold—it felt charged.
If words could no longer bridge the gap, there was only one path left.
Battle.
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"Insolent worms who dare offend the majesty of a god…"
A vast wave of chakra surged through Pain's body, resonating with the storm itself.
"You think you can shake my resolve with mere words?!"
He raised his left hand.
At the same instant, Yujiro drew his twin blades, eyes flashing.
"Stick to the plan!"
"Shinra Tensei!!"
The world exploded.
A tidal wave of rain and raw kinetic force blasted outward, a crushing repulsion that could flatten mountains.
Though it sounded like a mere "push," in reality, Shinra Tensei was devastating—
a single hit could pulp a human body into red mist.
But there was one countermeasure—
don't get hit.
"Don't resist head-on. Dodge!" Yujiro shouted.
A flicker, a blur—and he vanished.
A perfectly timed Body Flicker Technique.
Pain froze.
"...How does he know the weakness of Shinra Tensei?"
Before he could think further, the Sannin had already begun their summons—
"Summoning: Manda!"
"Summoning: Katsuyu!"
"Summoning: Fukasaku and Shima!"
Three legends, three apex summons.
"Orochimaru! I'm gonna devour a million people today!" Manda hissed.
Orochimaru only smiled darkly.
"Try not to choke on divine flesh."
"Having trouble, Jiraiya-boy?" croaked Fukasaku as the two elder toads landed beside Jiraiya.
The Sannin weren't holding back—
they knew what they were facing.
In an instant, the battlefield erupted with mythic forces.
Manda lunged first—massive, black-and-purple scales rippling like storm waves. But the Deva Path barely moved.
A flick of the wrist—another Shinra Tensei—
and the giant serpent was sent flying hundreds of meters, slamming into the ground hard enough to crack the earth.
"DAMN YOU, OROCHIMARU!!!" Manda roared mid-air, cursing seventeen generations of his summoner's ancestors as scales rained down like shrapnel.
Normally, that hit would've sent him back to Ryūchi Cave to cool off for a few months—
but Katsuyu wasn't having it.
Hundreds of mini-slugs split from her body and flung themselves onto Manda's wounds.
Tsunade's chakra flared bright green, knitting the snake's torn flesh in seconds.
"Get up, Manda! You're not off the clock yet!"
"YOU DAMN UNION-BREAKER SLUG!!" Manda bellowed, but charged again, hissing curses the whole way.
While the summons clashed, Jiraiya, Fukasaku, and Shima began chanting in unison.
Oil.
Wind.
Fire.
Three elements intertwined in a seamless rhythm—
wind feeding fire, oil amplifying both.
The result was a raging inferno, white-hot and roaring like a dragon's breath.
"Sage Art: Goemon!!"
The legendary Sannin's trump card—
a combination technique so destructive that even the most battle-hardened shinobi ranked it beyond S-class.
The flames slammed into Pain's invisible wall of repulsion—
a clash of divine power against nature's fury—
and the battlefield lit up like the dawn of a new sun.
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The war had truly begun.
Three Sannin and one reckless Uchiha
versus the man who called himself God.
And the heavens themselves seemed to tremble.
Jiraiya Unleashes: The Sage's Fury
Jiraiya didn't summon Gamabunta this time.
Instead, he called forth the two elder toads—Fukasaku and Shima.
He wasn't here for a brawl.
He was here to show his former student just how terrifying his master could be when truly angry.
"Shinra Tensei!!!"
Seeing the incoming inferno, even Pain—who called himself a god—finally got serious.
This time, his Shinra Tensei was stronger—far stronger.
Not quite the "Super" variant he'd once used to annihilate a village, but powerful enough to crush steel and match Jiraiya's ultimate Sage Technique head-on.
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"Hmm… still not enough…"
Yujiro narrowed his eyes, his crimson Sharingan spinning faster.
"I can't see it clearly… Maybe it'd help if I had the Byakugan."
The clash of Enhanced Shinra Tensei versus Sage Art: Goemon turned the battlefield into a living furnace.
The pressure split the earth, melted the stone, and vaporized rain midair—
a scene like the wrath of gods made flesh.
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Manda, seeing what was coming, wisely stopped his charge—
he had no intention of being turned into roasted snake stew.
Orochimaru, meanwhile, slipped behind Pain in a blur of shadow, his jaw unhinging unnaturally as he spat out the legendary Kusanagi Blade.
The sword extended like a silver serpent, its length shifting midair, slicing in precise arcs from a safe distance—
death by a thousand papercuts.
He didn't need to break through the god's defense.
That wasn't his role.
Let Jiraiya and the others handle the fireworks—Orochimaru was perfectly happy playing support.
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Tsunade, on the other hand, remained laser-focused—eyes darting across the battlefield, ready to heal the instant anyone fell.
She wasn't here to charge the frontlines; her job was to keep everyone alive.
Which meant—
the real offense lay with Jiraiya and Uchiha Yujiro.
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"Where is it… where are you hiding?"
While Jiraiya unleashed torrents of fire and oil, Yujiro still hadn't attacked.
Not because he was slacking—
but because he was searching.
Searching for the true enemy.
The one pulling all the strings.
Nagato.
Destroying Pain's bodies wasn't victory—
to win, he had to find and strike down the puppeteer.
But this was no ordinary opponent.
Nagato wasn't just strong; he was clever.
Even with his Sharingan spinning to the brink of bleeding, Yujiro couldn't locate the hidden body.
"Yujiro!"
Jiraiya's voice cut through the storm—he was starting to tire.
The flames of Goemon flickered, the rhythm of the sages faltering.
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Yujiro clicked his tongue.
"Tch… fine, if that's how it is…"
If he couldn't find Nagato yet, he'd just have to drag him out by force.
As his chakra flared, lightning began to coil around his body—
blue-white sparks merging with crimson heat.
His two blades split apart—one crackling with lightning, the other burning like a captured sun.
"Lightning-Fire Dual Blade Mode… Activate."
A purple aura surged around him, chakra pressure distorting the air as arcs of electricity tore through the rain.
Uchiha Yujiro: Lightning Armor—Full Activation!
The storm itself seemed to kneel.
And with that, the battle truly began.
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