RNP Page 339
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And... those pairs of cold, indifferent eyes, radiating purple ripples—the Rinnegan!
The leader, Pain, had no expression on his face, which belonged to Yahiko.
Like the most exquisite puppet, he spoke slowly, his voice flat and emotionless, yet carrying a chilling sense of oppression:
"Jiraiya-sensei, aren't you going to give up yet?"
"Cough...cough..."
Jiraiya wanted to answer, but a sudden sweet taste rose in his throat, and he couldn't help but cough violently.
A large mouthful of dark red blood mixed with fragments of internal organs suddenly spurted onto the muddy ground in front of him, a horrifying sight.
His consciousness was beginning to blur, and his body ached as if it were falling apart.
In the initial battle, he thought that Pain, the red-haired man with a ponytail who kept summoning powerful summoning beasts, was Nagato's true form.
They fought with all their might, and even managed to kill one of them.
But when he thought the crisis was over and was preparing to leave with his badly injured body and the intelligence he had gathered, he was horrified to discover that Payne was not alone at all!
Six people who possess the same Rinnegan, but have different abilities, and can work together perfectly!
In order to confirm this startling conjecture, and to bring back crucial information to Konoha.
He resolutely gave up his last chance to escape and, dragging his broken body, turned back to fight to the death.
As a result, they were forced into a desperate situation.
Looking at the five "disciples" before him, who exuded an aura of death.
Jiraiya forced a bitter, blood-stained smile, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible:
"It seems... this is my final act..."
He lived a life of unbridled freedom and contemplated countless ways to end his life—
Perhaps he was killed by a punch from a furious Tsunade while gathering materials.
Perhaps it was to sacrifice himself to protect Konoha.
Perhaps it was to perish together with his former best friend Orochimaru...
But he never imagined that he would die at the hands of the disciple he had poured his heart and soul into teaching and loving.
Fate is truly the most ironic thing ever.
Pain's Rinnegan seemed to see through Jiraiya's eyes, which held an unyielding spirit and were even trying to find a weakness.
He spoke again, delivering the final verdict:
"Still want to put up a last stand? Then... you can rest here forever."
As soon as he finished speaking, the remaining five Paynes moved at the same time!
They were like five black lightning bolts, coming from different directions.
With chilling killing intent, they launched a final attack on Jiraiya, who was already at his last gasp!
Jiraiya gritted his teeth, waving his only remaining right arm.
They attempted to block, dodge, and even counterattack with weak Fire Release techniques and the Lion's Mane Technique.
But he was too weak; his severe injuries and excessive chakra depletion made his movements sluggish and powerless.
In an unavoidable combined attack, the Asura Path of Pain, skilled in physical combat and body modification, found a fatal opening.
A powerful punch imbued with terrifying mechanical force slammed into Jiraiya's neck like a cannonball!
A crisp sound of bones shattering could be clearly heard!
Jiraiya's pupils dilated instantly as his throat was completely shattered.
The excruciating pain and suffocation overwhelmed him instantly like a tidal wave!
He couldn't even utter a cry of pain!
However, in this life-or-death situation, the Sannin's battle instincts and will, honed through countless trials, came into play!
At the very instant his throat was shattered, Jiraiya's right foot kicked out as if by reflex.
Gathering his last bit of strength and chakra, he kicked the Asura Path hard in the chest, temporarily forcing him back!
At the same time, he used this reaction force to leap upwards as if he were experiencing a final burst of energy before death!
In his right hand, a small, azure Rasengan, imbued with his last will and chakra, suddenly appeared!
"Uh...ah!!!"
With a roar that could not be uttered, Jiraiya unleashed his final Rasengan.
It slammed hard into the chest of the Asura Path Pain who had been kicked back!
Buzz - boom! ! !
The Rasengan's violent tearing power erupted instantly!
Asura Path Pain's body was instantly torn apart, pulverized, and turned into countless parts and bits of flesh, flying everywhere, as if thrown into a meat grinder!
Another Pain has been utterly destroyed!
But this also exhausted Jiraiya's last bit of strength.
Almost at the same time that he fired his Rasengan, four more of Pain's attacks rained down from the sky!
*Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!*
Four cold, hard black iron rods, like spears of judgment, pierced Jiraiya's limbs and torso from different angles.
He was pinned firmly to the cold, muddy ground!
"Well……!"
The intense pain caused Jiraiya's body to convulse violently.
But soon, even the twitching subsided.
His consciousness, like a candle flickering in the wind, quickly became blurred and dim, and his life force was rapidly draining away from his shattered body.
Visibility began to dim, and all sounds seemed to be muffled by a thick curtain of water.
"That's it... that guy... isn't... here..."
Even on the verge of death, Jiraiya's sharp mind still managed to arrive at the final and most important conclusion.
These Pains with the Rinnegan are just puppets being manipulated; Nagato's true form must be hidden somewhere else!
"Little Jiraiya! Little Jiraiya!"
In the distance, it seemed as if the anxious and sorrowful cries of the hermit Fukasaku could be heard.
But to Jiraiya, the voice sounded as distant as if it came from another world, indistinct and unclear.
"No... I have to... give... the information... to... Tsunade..."
This was the last persistent thought in his mind.
With his last ounce of strength, he tried to move his fingers, trying to leave some message.
But his body, pierced by the black rod, was already completely paralyzed, unable to move even a single finger.
The body's functions are basically completely ruined.
Pain slowly walked up to Jiraiya, who was pinned to the ground. His Rinnegan eyes were devoid of any emotion, displaying only absolute indifference.
He slowly raised his hand and pointed it at the ruins of a half-collapsed house next to him.
"All things are guided by heaven."
An immense gravitational pull was generated, and a boulder the size of a small mountain was easily lifted up and suspended in mid-air.
The shadow completely enveloped the dying Jiraiya below.
"Goodbye, Jiraiya-sensei."
As Pain spoke indifferently, the floating boulder, carrying destructive power, crashed down on Jiraiya, who was unable to move on the ground!
This strike is enough to grind everything to dust!
The immortal, Fukasaku, let out a desperate cry.
However, at this critical moment——
A golden beam of light streaked across the distant horizon at a speed that exceeded everyone's reaction limits!
Its speed was so great that it even left a golden trail in the air that lingered for a long time!
Almost at the instant the boulder was about to hit Jiraiya, the golden light struck the boulder with pinpoint accuracy!
boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Amidst the deafening explosion, the massive rock seemed to have been struck by an invisible giant hammer.
It shattered into countless tiny fragments in an instant, shooting out in all directions!
Meanwhile, the thick, suffocating dark clouds that had been hanging over Amegakure remained.
As if shaken by the sudden golden light and overwhelming momentum, it slowly dispersed to both sides!
Beams of long-awaited, warm sunlight shone like spotlights on a stage.
Piercing through the gaps in the clouds, the rain fell precisely, illuminating the devastated battlefield.
The light illuminated Jiraiya, who was lying on the ground, barely alive in the mud, pinned to the ground by a black rod.
That golden figure, like a guardian deity, stood silently in front of Jiraiya, blocking all danger.
He turned his head slightly, revealing his resolute yet furious profile.
And those deep blue eyes, as clear as the purest sky.
It's Naruto Uzumaki!
He slowly turned around and looked at the teacher's miserable appearance behind him.
A black rod piercing through the body, a severed arm, a pale face.
Boundless anger and heartache instantly overwhelmed his heart, causing his voice to tremble slightly: