Chapter 710: Amegakure
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[The Next Day – Amegakure, the Village Hidden in the Rain...]
A steady drizzle fell over Amegakure, the droplets pattering softly against the countless steel structures that towered above the village. It was always raining here, the dark clouds seemingly perpetually hovering over the country, casting a gloomy atmosphere across the landscape.
But despite the dismal weather, the people of Amegakure continued with their lives, navigating the rain-soaked streets with ease, having long since adapted to the constant downpour.
Within the heart of the village, hidden from view inside one of the many towering buildings, the Akatsuki gathered. Their leader, Yahiko, sat at a table, a look of quiet contemplation on his face as he went over reports from their recent missions. His long orange hair framed his face, his eyes sharp with determination and resolve.
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Beside him sat Nagato, his Rinnegan glowing faintly in the dim light, and Konan, the ever-stoic and calm presence at Yahiko's side.
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The three of them had come a long way from the war orphans they once were. In the midst of the Third Shinobi World War, they had been lucky enough to be saved and trained by Jiraiya of the Sannin.
Under his guidance, they had honed their skills, and in time, they had grown up to form the Akatsuki. What had started as a small group of survivors and idealists had blossomed into a movement—a beacon of hope for those caught in the crossfire of the Five Great Shinobi Countries' endless wars.
Amegakure had suffered more than most in these wars. Situated between the larger nations, it was often used as a battlefield, its people mere collateral damage in the power struggles of others.
The Akatsuki sought to change that. They sought to bring peace not just to Amegakure, but to the entire world, and under Yahiko's leadership, the group had begun to gain a following.
But with that fame came danger.
The current leader of Amegakure, Hanzo of the Salamander, had initially supported the Akatsuki, impressed by their ideals. But over time, as the Akatsuki's power grew, so too did Hanzo's paranoia. He began to see them not as allies in his quest to maintain peace and control of the village, but as a threat to his rule.
And now, Hanzo had decided to eliminate that threat.
Using his network of spies and informants to gather information about the Akatsuki's movements, Hanzo knew that while Yahiko was the charismatic leader of the group, it was Nagato who truly scared him.
Despite the boys seeming inability to use the power of his Rinnegan, he still possessed a legendary dojutsu said to be passed down by the Sage of Six Paths himself. This was an anomaly that Hanzō could not afford to ignore. If Nagato ever unlocked the power of his eyes and turned them against him, it would mean the end of his reign over Amegakure.
So, Hanzo devised a plan.
Rather than confront the Akatsuki head-on, where Nagato's Rinnegan would make the outcome unpredictable, Hanzo chose to strike from the shadows...
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Konan walked through the rain-soaked streets of Amegakure, her steps measured as she made her way to a rendezvous point where she was supposed to meet with one of their informants. Her sharp blue eyes scanned her surroundings, always alert, always watchful.
Years of living in the war-torn village had made her wary of every shadow, every corner where danger could be hiding.
But today, something felt off.
The streets were quieter than usual, and though the rain continued to fall, there was an eerie stillness in the air that set her on edge. She quickened her pace, her instincts telling her something wasn't right.
As she neared the rendezvous point, a narrow alleyway between two tall buildings, she paused, her eyes narrowing as she noticed something unusual. The informant she was supposed to meet wasn't there. Instead, the alley was empty.
Konan's hand twitched toward the pouch on her hip as she took a cautious step forward, her senses on high alert when suddenly, the ground beneath her shifted.
Konan's eyes widened in surprise as the earth gave way beneath her feet, revealing a hidden trap. Before she could react, the ground collapsed, sending her plummeting into a pit lined with iron spikes.
"You see," Hanzo continued, his voice dripping with malice, "as long as you two live, your influence will continue to grow. The people will follow you. I can't allow that."
He reached into his cloak and drew a kunai, holding it up so that the light glinted off its sharp edge. "So, here's the deal. Yahiko, Nagato—you will both kill yourselves. Do it willingly, right here, right now, in front of me. Or..." He glanced toward Konan, and without hesitation, placed the blade of the kunai against her neck.
"If you don't, I'll cut off her head right in front of you."
Yahiko's heart seized in his chest as he saw the blade press dangerously close to Konan's throat. His mind raced, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. He knew Hanzo was serious—there was no bluff in his voice. If they didn't comply, Konan would die.
Nagato, on the other hand, felt his blood boil as his Rinnegan flared with intensity. His rage threatened to consume him entirely. The sight of his closest friend in such a perilous position ignited a fire within him that demanded action—demanded vengeance.
"Stop this, Hanzo!" Yahiko shouted, taking a step forward, his voice trembling with a mixture of fury and desperation. "There has to be another way. You don't have to do this!"
But Hanzo shook his head, his expression cold and unyielding. "This is the only way, Yahiko. You've left me no choice. If you truly care about Konan's life, you will do as I say."
The kunai pressed harder against Konan's neck, drawing a thin line of blood as it grazed her skin. She winced but remained silent, her eyes filled with defiance as she looked toward Yahiko and Nagato. She was prepared to die for them, for their cause, but she couldn't bear the thought of them sacrificing themselves for her.
Nagato's chakra flared dangerously as he took a step forward, his voice low and filled with barely controlled fury. "If you harm her, Hanzo... I swear, I will make you regret it."
Hanzo's lips curled into a twisted smirk. "Oh, I'm sure you would. But that won't matter if you're dead."
Yahiko's mind raced as he tried to find a solution, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew what Hanzo was asking of them, and he knew there was no easy way out of this. But one thing was clear: he couldn't let Konan die.
With a deep breath, Yahiko's eyes softened as he looked at Konan, then at Nagato. "It's okay," he whispered, his voice filled with a quiet resolve. "We'll find a way out of this. We can—"
"Enough talking," Hanzo said, his voice cold and merciless. "Either you kill yourselves now, or she dies."
Nagato's heart raced, and for the first time, he could feel a heavy sense of dread settling in his gut. His Rinnegan flared with uncontrollable emotion as the blade inched closer to Konan's neck.
Yahiko's resolve was breaking. He was no fool; he knew that there was no escaping this situation without someone dying. His mind screamed at him to find another way, to fight back, but the cold steel of Hanzo's blade against Konan's neck brought the cruel reality crashing down.
Yahiko glanced at Nagato, his friend's face contorted with barely contained rage. "Nagato...," Yahiko began, his voice thick with emotion.
Nagato shook his head violently. "Don't do it, Yahiko. There has to be another way."
But Yahiko's eyes softened, his heart heavy with the weight of his decision. "I can't let her die. You know that."
Hanzo smirked, his grip tightening on the sword as he leaned closer to Konan. "Enough stalling," he growled. "Make your choice now, or I'll end her life right here."
Yahiko's hand trembled as he reached for a kunai from his pouch. Nagato's eyes widened in disbelief, but he knew Yahiko was serious. His best friend was about to sacrifice himself to save Konan.
Just as Yahiko raised the kunai, ready to plunge it into his own heart, the rain seemed to stop for a moment, and the air around them crackled with energy.
Suddenly, without warning, a golden, glowing circular portal appeared in the space between Yahiko, Nagato, and Hanzo's forces. The portal shimmered with a strange energy, and the air hummed with power as it opened wider, and from it stepped small groups of unfamiliar Individuals.
Peter, along with his students Itachi and Shisui, Madara Uchiha, and Kurama in his now slightly larger form, emerged from the portal. But the gravity of their entrance was immediately undercut by the bickering that accompanied them.
"I swear, Madara," Kurama growled, his deep voice filled with irritation, "if you keep walking in front of me like that, I'm going to swat you like a fly!"
Madara shot an annoyed glance at the Nine-Tails. "It's a free world, fox, I can walk wherever I want."
Peter rolled his eyes as he stepped between the two. "Can you two knock it off for five minutes? We're in the middle of something here."
Hanzo, Konan, Yahiko, Nagato, and every ninja present stood frozen in place, utterly dumbfounded by the sudden arrival. Even Hanzo, who had prepared for every possible contingency, was left speechless by the bizarre scene unfolding before him.
Nagato's Rinnegan eyes flared as he instinctively took a step back, unsure of what was happening. Yahiko, still holding the kunai, looked between the newcomers and Hanzo, his mind racing to catch up.
Hanzo narrowed his eyes, trying to size up the strange group. "Who... the hell are you?" he demanded, his voice filled with suspicion and barely concealed irritation.
Peter, hearing Hanzo's question, waved his hand In greeting. "Yo, I'm Spider-Man."
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