Naruto: Transmigrated As Nagato Uzumaki

The rain fell in steady sheets, drenching the battlefield in cold and misery. Nagato's crimson hair clung to his pale face, his wide, shocked eyes reflecting Yahiko's fading smile.

"Nagato... together with Konan... you must survive no matter what..."

Yahiko's voice echoed weakly, his blood-soaked body collapsing to the ground. The kunai in Nagato's hand felt impossibly heavy, as though it bore the weight of his soul.

Yahiko's blood mingled with the rain, creating rivulets of red that streamed down to the soaked earth. For a moment, time froze. The agony of loss threatened to crush Nagato, yet something within him stirred—something alien, yet deeply familiar.

Memories not his own surfaced. Fragmented visions of a world beyond this one, a perspective far removed from the rain-soaked land of Amegakure.

The realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.

"I've... transmigrated?"

Nagato—or rather, the consciousness that now inhabited him—struggled to reconcile the truth. A life once spent as an ordinary person observing this world through a distant lens was now intertwined with the fate of one of its most tragic figures.

"This isn't how it's supposed to be," Nagato thought, his mind racing. He glanced down at Yahiko's lifeless form, then to Konan's tear-streaked face. Grief, anger, and determination surged through him in a torrent.

"I can change this... I can change everything."

But there was no time for reflection.

A shout broke through the rain:

"Do it!"

Hanzo's voice commanded his forces. The shinobi of Amegakure and Danzo's Root operatives descended, their weapons gleaming even in the dim, rain-filled light.

Nagato's Rinnegan pulsed instinctively, a ripple of force emanating from him and deflecting the incoming projectiles. His body reacted without hesitation, moving as though the memories of its previous owner guided him.

Konan screamed from the cliff, her voice slicing through the chaos: "Yahiko!"

Nagato's jaw clenched. His mind screamed in protest at the idea of sacrificing himself or Konan for the sake of others' schemes. He would not bow to despair, and he would not repeat the mistakes of the past.

He darted toward Konan, pulling her from the cliff edge and shielding her with his body. Explosions erupted around them, the ground shaking with Hanzo's detonating tags. Nagato gritted his teeth, every ounce of his resolve focused on surviving.

"If I'm truly Nagato now, then I will rewrite his story," he thought, blood dripping from a gash on his forehead. "I'll create a world where Konan and I can live. I'll protect her, not just for Yahiko's dream, but for mine as well."

Chains erupted from his back, golden and radiant, shimmering against the gray sky. The battlefield fell silent for a moment, the sight of the Uzumaki clan's Adamantine Sealing Chains freezing even the most seasoned fighters in place.

Hanzo and Obito, hidden in the shadows, stared in disbelief.

"This power…" Hanzo muttered. "So, the Rinnegan is not his only weapon."

Obito narrowed his single eye, calculating. "The Uzumaki bloodline... So he's more than just Madara's pawn. This complicates things."

The chains whipped through the air, lashing out with unbridled fury. The shinobi surrounding Nagato were struck down, their weapons shattered, their formations scattered. The battlefield became a storm of destruction.

Nagato's voice rang out, fierce and resolute:

"I am Nagato of the Uzumaki clan, bearer of the Rinnegan! If you wish to challenge me, prepare to face the consequences!"

The chains retreated as the dust settled. Hanzo, realizing the tide of the battle had shifted, vanished in a swirl of smoke. Danzo's operatives scattered, retreating into the shadows.

Nagato fell to one knee, his breathing ragged. Blood streamed down his face, yet he refused to collapse. He turned to Konan, her wide eyes reflecting both fear and hope.

"It's over," he said softly, his voice trembling. "For now."

Konan knelt beside him, her hands trembling as she reached for him. "Nagato, you…"

He met her gaze, his resolve burning brighter than ever.

"I won't let Yahiko's sacrifice be in vain," he said. "But things will be different this time. I swear it."

Far away, Obito observed from the mountainside, his face hidden behind his mask. A dark smile crept across his lips.

"So, the pawn grows into a king," he murmured. "Let's see how far you'll go, Nagato."

In the rain, under a broken sky, Nagato tightened his grip on Konan's hand. This was just the beginning. The dream that Yahiko had entrusted to him would live on—not as a fragile hope, but as a flame that would scorch the heavens.

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