Rain fell endlessly over Amegakure.

From the highest tower, Nagato Uzumaki watched the village through countless eyes—every drop, every movement, every breath accounted for. This was his world. Controlled. Balanced. Understood.

Until you.

You stood in the rain below, unmoving, unhidden—yet unseen.

For the first time, the network faltered. The Six Paths perceived everything… except you.

A disturbance.

A flaw.

Or something beyond even godhood.