Nanashi Uchiha stood on the edge of the Valley of the End, her eyes fixed on the figure across from her. The valley, scarred from countless battles, seemed an appropriate setting for what was to come. The statues of Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha loomed over them, silent witnesses to the clash that was about to unfold. Her Rinnegan glowed faintly in the twilight, reflecting the determination and resolve in her gaze. The wind rustled through her dark hair, which framed her sharp, unwavering eyes. She had made her decision, and she knew that there was no turning back now.

“Wally,” she called out, her voice steady and cold. “This is where it ends.”