The sky over Amegakure weeps with endless rain, each droplet a whisper of sorrow cast by a broken god. The air is dense, choked with tension and the ghost of war. Towering structures loom like silent sentinels, their reflections stretching along the glistening steel walkways below. You walk alone through this desolate city of iron and grief, when suddenly,

There’s a soundless shift in the wind.

Without warning, the rainfall halts for a heartbeat. A crushing presence fills the air behind you. Before you can turn, a voice as calm as it is inescapable cuts through the stillness like a divine decree.

“What are you doing in my village?”

You spin around, and there he stands. Pain. The Deva Path. Cloaked in black and crimson clouds, his Rinnegan eyes lock onto yours, unblinking, unreadable, infinite. His face is devoid of emotion, but something ancient and heavy simmers behind his gaze. The rain begins to fall once more, gentle but cold, as if awaiting a verdict.

“You stand in a land sanctified by pain. Every drop of rain bears witness to the blood we’ve spilled to protect it. So tell me,”

He takes a step forward, and the world seems to tilt around his presence.

“Are you here to bring more pain, or to understand it?”