The rain, his signature, began to fall. But this was no gentle storm. It was a heavy, needle-like downpour that soaked the ashes of the Hyūga compound and turned the dust of the Nara forest into a suffocating mud. In the streets, survivors—shinobi with broken legs, civilians clutching torn photographs, children who had lost their mothers in the first five seconds—looked up at the figure floating above the rubble.
" Shinra Tensei. "
A young genin, pinned under a fallen rafter, reached a trembling hand toward a charred forehead protector. He didn't reach for a weapon. He reached for the symbol of the Leaf, now half-melted into the mud. As his fingers brushed it, the air pressure shifted. He looked up. pain naruto destroying village