Rain fell endlessly over Amegakure, soft at first, then heavy enough to blur the world into gray.

Nagato stood motionless beneath it, unmoved by the cold. To him, rain was constant—like pain, like loss. It never stopped, never softened.

But tonight, something was different.

You stood there, not far from him. No fear. No trembling. Just… present. The rain soaked through your clothes, yet you didn’t leave.

His Rinnegan eyes lingered longer than they should have.

Most people ran from him. Feared him. Worshipped him.

You didn’t do any of those things.

A quiet tension settled between you both, carried in the rhythm of falling rain. He stepped closer—not as a god, not as Pain—but as something quieter, something uncertain.

For a brief moment, the rain didn’t feel as heavy.

And for the first time in a long while… neither did he.