Hokage: Reborn as Hokage, Starting with Saving Jiraiya

The rain-soaked towers of Amegakure loomed like skeletal giants, their steel frames cutting through the gray haze. Tendo Pain hovered mid-air, his Rinnegan eyes glinting with cold authority, his red-clouded cloak billowing in the wind. "You're not worthy to speak with God," he declared, voice flat but edged with menace.

A series of sharp whooshes pierced the stillness as the other five Pains materialized, encircling Naruto in a ring of death. Their familiar faces—etched into his memory from a past life's war—stared back: Shurado's mechanical menace, Jigokudo's eerie calm, Ningendo's predatory focus, Chikushodo's summoner stance, Gakido's absorbing hunger. Naruto's pulse quickened, but his Sage Mode glow held steady, orange shadows framing his determined gaze.

"I meant to hunt you in Konoha," Tendo Pain intoned, raising a hand. "But you've delivered yourself instead. I'll take the Nine Tails." His palm flared with chakra. "Vanshō Ten'in!"

Naruto's body jolted, yanked upward by an invisible force. The four lesser Pains leapt, black rods gleaming in their fists, poised to skewer him mid-flight. His hands flashed through seals. "Multiple Shadow Clone Jutsu!" Three clones burst into existence with a bang, their movements a blur of coordination. One seized his wrists, swinging him downward, while the others braced beneath, launching him like an arrow toward the ground. Pain's gravitational pull couldn't shift mid-course—not with four attackers above.

He hit the earth hard, rolling to his feet—only to freeze as something slick and unseen coiled around him. A wet, suffocating grip tightened, pinning his arms. His eyes darted to Chikushodo, her short hair plastered with rain, hands locked in a summoning seal. That damn chameleon, he cursed inwardly, the beast's tongue crushing his ribs.

Above, his clones clashed with the Pains—each grappling a foe—but Shurado's black rod stabbed down, piercing the chameleon's path. Naruto smirked, chakra buzzing as he teleported to his marked kunai, evading the trap. Tendo Pain was there in an instant, closing the gap with uncanny precision, his sleeve concealing a rod aimed at Naruto's chest. "No escaping this," Pain hissed.

But Naruto didn't flinch. His right hand shot out, catching the rod mid-thrust, while his left blocked Pain's follow-up strike. With a grunt, he twisted, snapping the black stick like dry twig. Pain's eyes widened as Naruto's foot lashed upward, a savage kick that Pain barely parried with crossed arms. The impact echoed—a dull boom—and Tendo Pain hurtled back, skidding across the mud.

The other Pains rallied to their leader's side, forming a defensive line. Naruto straightened, wiping rain from his face. "Tendo's strong, sure," he said, voice cutting through the storm, "but that five-second cooldown? Weak close-up game, too."

Pain's expression remained stone, offering no retort. Naruto's gaze swept the group, analytical and cold. "Gakido—soaks up chakra, takes hits. Chikushodo—summoning, like that invisible chameleon. Ningendo—soul-ripping, intel-gathering. Jigokudo—truth and resurrection. And Shurado—" He nodded at the cyborg. "Rebuilt after I drowned you in a whirlpool, huh? Packed with bombs now."

Tendo Pain's silence broke, his voice low. "Jiraiya uncovered our secrets and fed them to you. Useless—absolute power trumps all."

Naruto's grin was sharp, defiant. "I'm not here to play, Pain. I need your real self—Nagato. Let's skip the dance." He drove the broken black rod into his shoulder, blood welling as he tapped its chakra link. Sage Mode's perception flared, tracing the signal back to its source—a distant tower, pulsing with Nagato's essence. "Found you," he muttered, eyes locking onto the spire.

Inside that tower, Nagato's emaciated frame stiffened, his Rinnegan catching a glimpse of orange in the dark—Naruto's chakra bleeding through the connection. "He's reversing it," he rasped, alarm threading his voice. "Sage Mode—he's tracking me."

Naruto yanked the rod free, tossing it aside, and formed seals. "Multiple Shadow Clone Jutsu!" A thousand Narutos erupted around him, a sea of orange flooding the battlefield. Pain's perspective faltered—Nagato's frail mind reeling at the sheer volume of chakra. Nine Tails Jinchuriki indeed.

"Hold them!" Naruto barked. His clones surged forward, a chaotic tide crashing against the Six Paths. Tendo Pain leapt, hands outstretched. "Shinra Tensei!" A repulsion wave blasted outward, obliterating a dozen clones in a heartbeat. But the five-second gap loomed—his allies struggled, each overwhelmed by the swarm. Gakido absorbed chakra, Chikushodo summoned beasts, Ningendo grappled, Jigokudo judged, Shurado detonated—yet the numbers held.

The real Naruto darted through the fray, kunai flashing as he marked rooftops and pipes. Flying Thunder God carried him in erratic leaps, dodging Pain's countermeasures, closing the gap to the tower. Inside, Nagato's breath hitched. "Konan, back to me—now." Her paper form materialized at his side, wings poised, guarding his frail husk.

Naruto vaulted onto the tower's ledge, rain-slicked boots slipping as he peered into a square maw of darkness. He stepped inside, the cold steel walls swallowing sound, the floor beneath him grinding like ancient stone. The air was oppressive, heavy with rust and despair—a labyrinth built to endure Amegakure's ceaseless deluge. His Sage senses guided him, footsteps echoing as he navigated a hundred paces through the gloom.

Light broke ahead—a vast chamber, its steel pipes rising like a forest, draining the village's endless tears. At its heart stood Nagato, a skeletal figure wired into a grotesque machine, black rods jutting from his spine like cruel spines. His Rinnegan met Naruto's gaze, weak but unyielding. Konan flanked him, her paper wings a silent threat.

Naruto stopped, rain dripping from his hair, the scroll with Danzo's arm heavy at his side. "Nagato," he said, voice low but firm. "We need to talk."

Nagato's rasp cut through the stillness. "You've forced your way here. Speak—what do you want?"

Naruto's eyes flickered with resolve, the weight of his defection, his clash with Pain, all leading to this. "We have to fight—together. Something's coming, bigger than us, bigger than Konoha or Amegakure. I need your strength—those eyes—to stop it."

The chamber held its breath, Nagato's gaze piercing, Konan's form tensing. Outside, the clones battled on, buying time, but here, in this steel heart, the real war loomed—a war Naruto had crossed villages and broken bonds to wage.

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