Nagato's Rinnegan glimmered as he released his Ninjutsu, scanning the battlefield for any anomaly.
Ashveil… who exactly is he, to have discovered my presence? Nagato's thoughts churned, a deep unease settling in his chest. Could it be… that Ashveil is some kind of sensory ninja?
But… he detected nothing abnormal.
Nagato's body trembled slightly with disbelief.
Beside him, Konan noticed his expression and tilted her head in confusion.
"What could possibly trouble you so much, Nagato?" she asked, eyes wide with concern.
Nagato swallowed hard, his throat tight.
"Konan… that man, Ashveil… he's not human," he admitted, his voice laced with shock. "He… he has already discovered my existence!"
Konan's mouth fell open, a wave of astonishment washing over her.
What? Nagato's Rinnegan is a tool of unparalleled precision. Its Ninjutsu reduces dimensionality for other ninja, making him almost undetectable.
Even Jiraiya-sensei, back in the day, would have been unable to track him with such ease.
And yet, Ashveil had done it effortlessly, uncovering Nagato's exact location.
Konan's brows furrowed, a mixture of surprise and apprehension crossing her face.
Nagato's gaze hardened, filled with urgency.
"Konan… if that is the case… we must prepare for battle," he said, his tone grave.
Konan's features tightened, her fighting instincts kicking in. She quickly assumed a battle stance, ready to respond.
Yet Nagato's expression shifted again, shock flashing across his face. This time, it left Konan even more puzzled.
"Nagato, what is happening?" she asked, concern threading her voice.
Nagato's lips trembled as he spoke, disbelief evident in every word.
"It's… unbelievable… far beyond what I could have imagined," he said, voice strained.
Konan's eyes darted between him and the battlefield.
"Nagato, please… what is going on?" she repeated, urgency creeping in.
Nagato's throat moved as he struggled to find the words.
"That man… he has found my location," he admitted, shaking his head in disbelief. "And yet… he's now targeting my puppet!"
Konan's brow furrowed further, confusion and alarm colliding.
Nagato's technique is designed so that his main body remains hidden, while his puppets can be controlled indefinitely and even revived.
And yet… Ashveil was treating Nagato's creations as if he were directly challenging him. Was this man courting death?
After a long pause, Nagato's features shifted as understanding finally struck him.
"I know… this man… he's just toying with me."
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