The God

In this perennially rainy city, raindrops were like countless small notes, continuously playing their music in every corner of the city.

The village at night, illuminated by candlelight, emitted a blurry poetry.

Nagato quietly stepped out of the dimly lit office. His lavender eyes gleamed with a strange light under the night, like two hidden gems in the abyss. Raindrops hit his face, bringing a slight chill.

He looked up at the sky and saw dark clouds like ink.

As he turned back, he was surprised to find a figure standing in front of him.

The man had white hair, and raindrops continued to fall, wetting and clinging to his forehead, making his handsome face look cold and lonely.

"Satoru." Nagato called softly, with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"Nagato." Satoru replied calmly, his deep eyes hidden behind black eyelids, full of complex emotions, but he cleverly hid them.

Nagato didn't beat around the bush, he walked straight towards him and looked at his former friend. "It seems like you've heard everything."

Satoru didn't answer, but his silence was the clearest answer.

He knew that what Nagato was talking about was everything about them in Amegakure.

Nagato rubbed his hands and continued, "Actually, I'm not wrong to think like this. Under my leadership, Amegakure has slowly developed, and even Hanzo can only step back. Doesn't this mean that my decision-making was correct?"

His words were full of conviction, wanting to justify his actions. However, for Satoru, this was evidence that Nagato was slowly losing himself.

"I really can't stand what you're doing in the village." Nagato continued, "Although we're friends, this is for your own good. Satoru, you can't continue to live and die like this. For the sake of peace, you must make changes."

Satoru felt an inexplicable oppression, he felt that Nagato was no longer the friend he once knew.

"Jiraiya-sensei said that I am the savior of this world." Nagato's words were full of conviction, "What I do will bring change to the world."

Satoru looked at him in front of him with mixed feelings in his heart.

Nagato's words were like a barrage of thousands of arrows, each piercing his heart accurately and fiercely. The words directly pierced their once deep friendship.

Satoru took a deep breath and slowly turned around, no longer facing him.

He let the cold raindrops fall on his body, each drop like Nagato's accusations, making him feel cold.

Nagato's voice continued to echo in the air.

"Stop being obsessed, Satoru."

His words were full of unwavering determination, "Like us, use your own power for the village and world peace."

Satoru suddenly realized that the Nagato in front of him had become very strange and was no longer the partner who had fought alongside him.

His eyes were full of ambition and enthusiasm, he had been engulfed by power.

"You've changed, Nagato." There was a hint of helplessness in Satoru's voice, "You're no longer the person I knew."

Nagato didn't answer, and his body suddenly began to rise slowly.

He clenched his right hand, his eyes shining with fanaticism.

"Do you see it, Satoru?" There was a hint of pride and sarcasm in his voice, "This is the power of a god!"

In this quiet night, the two figures in the sky and below seemed so strange and distant.

"The power of God?" Satoru turned around, looking at him slowly rising into the sky, and murmured, "Is this what you're pursuing now?"

"What you can't do, I can do easily." Nagato stood still in the air.

"This is the power of God."

"Can't do it?" Satoru chuckled.

"Demigod, the five great nations." Nagato looked up at the sky, "Under my power, everything will be in its place and become peaceful."

"Nagato!"

Yahiko ran out of the office at this moment and saw two opposing figures, his eyes filled with anger.

He listened to what Nagato said word for word.

"What are you doing!"

"You're relying entirely on power to suppress peace. Is this what we've been pursuing all along?" Yahiko roared, his emotions so passionate that even the rain-shadowed cloak on his body trembled.

The figure of Nagato floating in the air gradually attracted the attention of the villagers and ninjas around him.

They gathered one by one, their eyes full of curiosity and astonishment.

At this moment, the previously peaceful Amegakure seemed to be shrouded in a tense atmosphere.

"Isn't this the peace we've been pursuing?" Nagato responded calmly.

"Satoru, Nagato?" Konan's voice was filled with confusion. She approached slowly, clearly not fully understanding the situation in front of her.

"That... Leader!"

"Leader!"

As the crowd shouted one by one, Yahiko looked around and his eyes froze.

What he saw was not only the residents of Amegakure, but also the members of the Akatsuki organization, their eyes full of admiration and fanaticism towards Nagato.

Such worship made Yahiko feel angry and helpless. Unconsciously, his nails pierced his flesh, but the pain was much less than the shock in his heart.

Nagato clearly realized this scene. He looked at the people below with a proud smile on his face.

"See, Satoru, Yahiko?" He said with confidence and sarcasm in his voice, "This is the domination of God."

His words were like a command, silencing the noisy crowd instantly.

Nagato continued, "You all must help me!"

Konan looked at Nagato, disappointment almost overflowing in her eyes. The figure she once knew now seemed so strange and cold to her.

At the same time, Hanzo also stood in the midst of the crowd, his face grim.

He listened to Nagato's arrogant words, and anger burned in his heart. However, as he was about to step forward, Satoru's movement immediately stopped him.

Satoru stepped forward gently.

"God?"

The crowd around them fell into a deadly silence, only the gentle rustle of the wind blowing through the leaves echoed in the air. However, in this silence, many people's eyes expressed disgust and disdain towards Satoru.

Nagato also looked at Satoru. However, at this moment, something unexpected happened to everyone. The air suddenly felt dense, Satoru lightly stepped on the air, as if he was standing on solid ground.

His body swayed slightly, then slowly left the ground and floated in the air.

Nagato's eyes widened, surprise and disbelief written on his face.

Every step Satoru took seemed to leave a deep mark in the air, and his figure slowly rose higher under the gaze of everyone.

"Isn't this amazing?"