Re-reading this chapter and wow, it's the same talking points as the Rats. The exact same."For what it's worth," Pain said softly, "we really did try to take the path of least suffering. We had the firepower to level villages. We had the knowledge to trigger a new world war." He looked pointedly between the clan heads and the Mizukage.
"Either would have made our work much easier."
Insight flared in Minori's mind like Lord Jiraiya's incredible final technique. Suddenly, she knew how Uzumaki Naruto had really been kidnapped. She knew why none of her friends had come back from their secret mission, and why the Third's hitherto concealed illness suddenly got so much worse that he wasn't even receiving visitors. She knew what Momochi Zabuza had been about to say.
She also knew that this was the kind of knowledge, or at least infallible logic, that got people dying tragically in a skirmish on some distant border.
"I don't expect you to forgive us. I don't even expect you to understand. But I would at least like to go down in your memories as a well-intentioned madman rather than a bloodthirsty one."
"We'll-intentioned?" Tsunade spat. "What, you want to be patted on the back for being less of a murderer than you could be?" She gestured around her, as if to indicate the entire world. "You think you have some noble ideal that justifies killing Jiraiya? Killing Oro? Killing everyone else who had the guts to stand against you?"
"Yes," Pain said simply.
"Why?"
The question, more like a whimper, broke the hollow silence. Everyone turned to stare at Minori, and she suddenly realised that it was hers.
"Because ever since the Sage's failure, we've been living in a broken world. Because after a thousand years of sacrifice, the Five are still sealed, and I was born with the power to subjugate the Nine. Above all, because I had true friends who, each for their own reasons, lent me their strength so that I could finish what my precursor started."
"A broken world?" Lord Hyūga demanded incredulously. "The Sage of Six Paths gave us civilisation. He created order. He chose the best of mankind and granted them the power and wisdom they needed to guide the rest! He saved us from anarchy!"
"He gave us ninjutsu," Pain said calmly. "The power for one ninja to kill a dozen with the wave of a hand. A hundred civilians. If I wanted to, right now I could kill thousands of them before sunset. Does it make you happy that you have that power? Does it make you happy that of the countless men and women in the world, only a handful dare to share your joy? Only a handful dare to to support you in your sorrow? Does it make you happy that your people obey you only because the alternative is worse?"
"Medical ninjutsu," Lady Tsunade said. "Try and argue that one away, you self-righteous asshole."
Pain nodded. He was either unable or unwilling to move any more of his body. Minori was reluctantly impressed that he was able to hold a conversation at all while carrying on with his unimaginably complex ritual.
"The best thing that ever happened to this world," he agreed. "Now tell me, Lady Senju, how many of the people medical ninjutsu saves would not need saving if they hadn't gone to war in the first place? How many more doctors would you have taught if we were all just civilians, and the people with the mental skills necessary to be a doctor weren't made combat ninjutsu users? How much more research would you all have conducted together?"
Lady Tsunade gritted her teeth.
"Chakra beasts," Hōzuki, the Mist swordsman, said dismissively. "End of discussion, can we get on with figuring out how to kill him now?"
"Chakra beasts," Pain repeated. "'Chakra' being the operative word. But you're right—I'm not going to float here and argue with you. I doubt it would buy me enough time.
"You've killed my friends. We've killed yours. I think trying to make more of it than that would be an insult to their conviction. But now we're at an impasse. If you kill me, the ritual is aborted partway. There will be no survivors, and I hope you've evacuated the island before coming here. If you don't kill me, the ritual will be completed and I will bring about world peace."
"That's right,"Hōzuki said. "We'll just bank on some kid using a cobbled-together ritual to reshape the entire world in exactly the right way when the Sage of Six Paths himself couldn't manage it. Whatcha reckon, Lady Mizukage, can we go home now?"
"There is a time and place for humour, Hōzuki," the Mizukage said coolly. "In your case, it is never and nowhere. Now be silent."
Hōzuki clicked his tongue disrespectfully, but obeyed.
"Jiraiya of the Three is dead," Pain said. "So is Sasori. We killed Orochimaru some time ago. I doubt there's any ninja left alive who can decipher and undo this seal in time."
"Oro was here until the end," Lady Tsunade growled. "He died a hero."
For the first time, Pain flinched in surprise.
"He really was the best of us," he said thoughtfully after a second. "He had the resolve to leave. The resourcefulness to survive our assault. The courage to challenge what he knew were impossible odds. Perhaps if he'd fought with us rather than against us…"
Even though Hazou internally called out that they are the same, it's surprising to me.
...Do these guys know each other? We should really ask.