Novel & Cerita Naruto Pain Figure

"Like I'm a pawn for you to control?! I didn't sign up for this costume party to be an errand boy! I have my own reasons for being here, and I'm no attack mage! You got beefy over there take him instead!!!" He said, pointing at the large framed figure on the throne. " Kanchi Asobi is a Holy Shoutorin artist. He doesn't fight anymore!!!" The figure snapped back at him. The figure walked over to the candelabra and dripped his blood over it once more.

As Naraja peered down to see inches away from his face where this feeling was coming from he looked at his chest and saw that the mysterious figure of blackness had plunged right through him with its hand. Naraja: "--huh." Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain.Pain. Pain.Pain.Pain.Pain.Pain.....That was all that Naraja felt at this moment. He couldn't bear it anymore. The pain coursing through him at this very moment was strong enough to make him go straight into madness alone. From the pain alone he couldn't bear the intense pain, feelings, and thoughts all flourishing through him...he had to bear all of these alone. All alone...but he had to just for now.