klisemfg Chapter 911 I don't understand.
Chapter 911 I don't understand.
These words seemed to shatter Konan's world completely. She couldn't understand how Nagato, who had once brought her warmth and hope, could become so cold and ruthless. She wanted to refute him, but found herself unable to speak, because she understood that Nagato's heart had drifted away from the man he once was. He was no longer the partner who could fight alongside her, but a "god" who only pursued power and absolute control.
“You don’t understand.” Nagato turned around, his eyes flashing with a chilling purple light. “I am no longer the Nagato you know. Pain is who I am now.”
Konan was filled with anger. She clenched her fists, but ultimately remained silent. She knew that her relationship with Nagato was beyond repair. Even if she wanted to help him, to save him, it was no longer possible.
Meanwhile, Madara calmly observed all these developments from behind the scenes. He gently raised his wine glass, watching Nagato and Konan's confrontation with an expressionless face, feeling no emotion whatsoever. He had long anticipated this; it was merely one link in a carefully orchestrated scheme.
“Nagato’s transformation was already under my control,” Madara said softly. “He is destined to become an extreme being, and I need someone like him to achieve my great goal.”
However, Ban did not realize that although his game was perfect, he had not calculated that some pieces, though seemingly controlled, might rebel at the most crucial moment and break the absolute rules he had set.
Zhang Hai's figure disappeared into the shadows in the distance, leaving Tsunade in a silent silence. Her emotions remained turbulent; Zhang Hai's actions angered her, yet she couldn't deny the unfathomable aura emanating from him. His departure felt like a farewell, or a silent break. Tsunade took a deep breath, turned to leave, and found Yugao standing not far away, seemingly waiting for her.
"You still haven't told me what happened to the captain." Tsunade's tone was cold, but it carried an undeniable concern.
Xi Yan lowered her head, her fingers gently stroking a small twig in her hand, as if the twig could carry away the heaviness in her heart. She hesitated for a moment, then finally said softly, "He won't tell you, and he doesn't want you to know. You only see his cold side, but you don't see the pain he bears behind it."
Tsunade frowned slightly, somewhat unconvinced, but didn't interrupt her. Yugao continued, "Zhang Hai has experienced too much, many things we can't understand. His coldness and decisiveness stem from his profound understanding of this war—ninjas and death, life and death have long been intertwined, even becoming a kind of destiny."
"Destiny?" Tsunade smiled sarcastically. "Does he think he's a god? Does he think he can decide other people's life and death?"
“No.” Xi Yan hurriedly shook her head. “He is just… just under some pressure that we cannot imagine.” She paused, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. “If you could understand his feelings, you might think that his coldness is not heartless, but a sacrifice to fulfill his mission.”
Tsunade's emotions gradually calmed down. She looked down at the ground, lost in deep thought. She knew that her relationship with Zhang Hai was no longer simple; a deep rift had appeared in their mutual trust. Yet, she couldn't completely let go. His eyes, his presence, kept flashing through her mind. At that moment, Tsunade clearly understood that she could never fully understand Zhang Hai, or even stand on the same side as him.
However, Zhang Hai's plans went far beyond that. An uncontrollable rage burned within him, the red light in his eyes flickering like a volcano about to erupt. The information he had obtained from Sasori stirred a tremendous storm within him. Uchiha Madara, that once ruthless and cold-blooded figure, was quietly orchestrating a storm. And this storm, centered on Konoha, would destroy all enemies that stood in its way.
"If Madara wants to use the four-nation alliance to defeat Konoha, then let us face this war." Zhang Hai muttered to himself, his smile filled with a bloodthirsty aura.
He had made his decision; regardless of the outcome, he would face this war. Whether it was the attack from the four-nation alliance or Ban's behind-the-scenes machinations, Zhang Hai knew that the enemy he faced was not merely a clash of strength, but a collision of ideals and destinies. Every battle was not just about swords and spears, but also a test of one's inner self.
Zhang Hai silently walked towards Mount Kikyo. Despite the unease and anger surging within him, he knew that Konoha could not afford to stop now. The fate of Konoha could be decided at any moment, and he could not allow himself to stagnate. Although everything was filled with the aura of death, only through this battle could they find a true way out.
Meanwhile, Scorpion stood quietly in a secluded corner, watching the distant commotion. His hands were clenched, and a hidden emotion flickered in his eyes. His plan, just as he had anticipated, was gradually reaching its climax. Perhaps this war was his true trial. He could no longer rely solely on past glories; he had to demonstrate his true strength.
"Zhang Hai, you truly are a fine chess piece." Scorpion chuckled to himself. "You really are quite extraordinary, but in this game, it remains to be seen who will emerge victorious."
Elsewhere, Madara appeared atop a cliff, gazing down at Mount Kikyo in the distance. His gaze was profound, as if he had already foreseen the impending storm. He knew that Zhang Hai would be the key figure in this game. And all he could do was ensure that everything proceeded according to his plan. Both Nagato and Zhang Hai would become pawns in his hands, ultimately meeting an irreversible end.
"All of this is for that ultimate goal," Madara murmured, as if talking to himself.
The pace of the battle quickened, and a heavy tension filled the air. The duel between Minato and A was like two colliding stars, sparks flying and tearing the heavens and earth apart. Minato's speed was lightning-fast, each teleportation carrying unimaginable destructive power, while every punch from A was filled with devastating force. This battle was not only a contest of physical strength, but also a battle of spirit and conviction.
Minato knew he was in a predicament; the space around him was firmly restricted by the spacetime barrier set up by Onoki, and the Flying Thunder God Technique could not unleash its full power.