Chapter 205

Demiurge keenly observed the unfolding events within the arena, his discerning gaze tracing the trajectories of power and ambition.

Inevitably, a sense of disbelief overwhelmed him.

"Oh my God, I shudder to think what absurdities Nagato might have done if he hadn't crossed paths with the captain..."

"His strength barely scratches the surface and compared to the captain's it pales."

"If he was even half as powerful as the captain then, the repercussions would be felt worldwide, the entire world would be thrown into chaos!"

Demiurge's words resonated with truth.

Should Nagato's strength elevate even a few tiers, approaching the echelons of Carnes' prowess, an unrelenting wave of anxiety would sweep across the entire Naruto world.

The people of this world would find themselves haunted by sleepless nights.

And here's the crux of it.

Because of this potential scenario, Nagato would no longer need to pursue the capture of the Tailed Beasts.

Instead, he could effortlessly lay waste to nations, leaving a trail of destruction with each passing moment.

He could effortlessly have wielded the power to obliterate an entire country.

Reducing any of them to ruins at a whim.

Inflicting unimaginable pain.

Who could withstand such a relentless force?

Can anyone endure such agony?

In the case of Konoha, Nagato might knowingly destroy the entire Fire Nation without a trace like how his village met its demise.

Konoha might witness its destruction without even comprehending the method used for its obliteration.

It was evident Nagato's audacious plan baffled even Demiurge, an individual known for his open-mindedness and having a mind predisposed to critical thinking.

He found himself incapable of fathoming Nagato's true thoughts.

To stop war using fear alone, a concept so abstract, so void of tangible manipulation.

It seemed implausible and devoid of any tangible manipulation.

Yet, Nagato aspired to turn this audacious idea into reality.

It was utterly whimsical.

Unless his name ceased to be Nagato, this scheme would remain utterly unattainable and nothing more than a fanciful delusion.

The feasibility of this operation hinges on more than just a name – Nagato.

Deva Path looms large on the battlefield, a presence not easily dismissed, the ongoing conversation continued.

Despite the apparent obstacle, the situation seems manageable.

The dialogue continues to unfold, revealing Nagato's perspective.

"In the end, the pains these people have suffered will heal over a few decades, and the restraints will gradually loosen over time."

"Then, people will engage in wars once again, but they won't be able to utilize Tailed Beast as weapons. The subjected Pain that time won't be that hard, even if that happens."

"So, a different kind of peace will ensue once more and for a few years people can live in harmony."

Deva Path's revelation leaves everyone in profound contemplation.

Revenge seemed the primary motive, yet it's now revealed to be a quest for justice and peace.

The lofty ideals clash with the stark reality of seeking short-term peace through orchestrated pain.

Was the cost not excessively steep?

Was this drastic measure truly necessary?

Opinions varied among the onlookers, but the crux lay in Nagato's personal convictions.

The perplexity among the assembly deepens. Nagato's intent is not what they anticipated.

Questions arise about the necessity and the exorbitant price to be paid.

Amid the doubts, what prevails is Nagato's personal conviction.

Who in this world possessed the authority to scrutinize and balance Nagato's decisions?

If there would be no one to do that then he can do anything he wants.

The lack of checks and balances raises concerns. In this world, the wielders of power dictate truths, even if nonsensical.

In a world where might dictated truth, individuals with formidable fists dictated acceptance of their truths, even if their proclamations defied logic.

After all, the fist represented the unyielding embodiment of truth.

Unfortunately, Nagato's abilities have proven to be limited, contrary to his grand claims of easily slaughtering a country.

If such power were attainable, more people might have been swayed by his proclaimed 'truth.'

Carnes, ever the curious observer, would relish witnessing such an event.

Carnes, a witness to this, envisions the spectacle of Naruto's return from that.

"You speak of false peace, but in this cursed world, expecting understanding among people is the true fallacy!"

Deva Path counters Jiraiya's philosophy. Naruto, standing firm, contrasts his mentor's optimism.

"Pervy Sage believes in a future where people can understand each other, but you scoff at it!" he confronts the Deva Path.

Deva Path, disdain etched on his face, dismisses Jiraiya's ideals.

"It's just mere talk. What good is talking without a tangible solution?"

"Give the power of Nine Tails to me or face your demise!"

"Your death shall begin a new era of peace!"

Deva Path's words carry weight, suggesting that mere rhetoric without the ability to actualize one's ideals is futile.

As the confrontation intensifies, Nagato inches closer to realizing his plan.

Success seems imminent for the Deva Path, a reality where talk gives way to tangible outcomes.

The tension heightens, creating an air of uncertainty. Deva Path seems poised to conquer Naruto physically and mentally, a near-victory.

Yet, a miscalculation becomes evident – an underestimation of Naruto's resilience.

Alas, he underestimated Naruto's true strength.

Simultaneously, Konoha's ninjas were not idling away; they mobilized, actively searching for Nagato's true physical body.

Plans to search on every high place near Konoha unfold.

"The true controller of these Pains must be in the highest point near Konoha."

"Agreed. Let's systematically overturn every high point!"

"We must operate in pairs, cautious even upon discovery.

Een upon finding the enemy's main body, no rash actions!"

"Engage the search team subtly. Perceptive ninja, expedite the process."

The pursuit intensifies as the intricate dance between ideologies and power unfolds against the backdrop of looming conflict.

"Understood!"

The ninjas of Konoha exuded a commendable demeanor, blending bold assumptions with meticulous and careful verification—a strategy that undeniably contributed to Konoha's formidable strength.

Their careful approach mirrors the village's strength, proving that in this world, battles aren't the sole focus.

While these ninjas may not wield the same power as Naruto, their significance remains indisputable.

However, this world extends beyond mere combat.

In the aftermath, Hinata stood amidst the wreckage, her eyes keenly surveying the events unfolding before her.

As her gaze fell upon the fallen Naruto, memories of their shared childhood flooded her mind, evoking a mix of emotions.

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