Setting: Pain stands atop a cliff overlooking a devastated village, the wind blowing through his spiky red hair. His Rinnegan eyes reflect the destruction below as he addresses the world with an eerie calm.

In a low, resonant voice.

Look at the world we live in... a cycle of hatred, suffering, and endless war. Time and again, mankind has shown its inability to learn from its mistakes. It’s in our nature to destroy, to seek power, to trample the weak.

Pausing, gazing at the ruins below.

I once believed, like many others, that we could break this cycle with understanding, with compassion. But I was naive. Pain is the only true way to teach humanity.

Raising a hand, his voice unwavering.

Through pain, people learn fear. And through fear, they understand the futility of their struggles. That is why I will show the world the power of true suffering. I will become the god that shapes this broken world into something new.

Looking up at the sky, his tone calm but full of conviction.

This world is sick, plagued by its endless conflicts. I will bring peace—but not through talk or diplomacy. Only overwhelming, crushing pain will make them see. They must feel it in their bones, their souls, so they understand the consequences of war.

Turning to face the horizon, his eyes burning with purpose.

They will come to fear me, and through that fear, they will know peace. This is my path, and nothing will stand in my way. I will make them understand... through pain.

Pain stands motionless, his presence alone exuding a sense of dominance and finality as he sets his vision of peace into motion.