With these eyes, he could see nothing but pain.
Hidden Rain was bleak; a mass of unnatural machinery led by an unnaturally strong man who brought pain to the masses… that brought fear to their hearts. Salamander Hanzo, strongest shinobi in the Elemental Countries… was a poor leader. Rain suffered from civil war and strife, entire villages wiped out in large but quick battles. And for what…? So some old dying man could hold onto his tattered reign of power.
With these ears, he could hear nothing but screaming.
It made him furious. Rage bubbled up inside of him; who the hell did he think he was? He may have been the strongest shinobi in the entire known world, but he certainly wasn't a God! What kind of God would let his loyal followers fall into such a dishevelled state? Rain was once promising, and Salamander Hanzo was their most promising shinobi. He brought hope to every single one of them, hope for a better future. He brought nothing but pain.
With this nose, he could smell nothing but blood.
Rain's famous rainforest, dense and filled with wildlife was replaced with horrible, depressing machines, every craftsman replaced in the name of efficiency. The war-machine that Hanzo envisioned was completely efficient at killing, but hardly capable of feeding starving families. No problem, he told them; they'd just steal the food from someone else.
With this skin, he could feel nothing but tears.
Steal the food from someone else? So they would starve? That didn't solve anything. That'd just piss them off. Then the war-machine came, and spread pain, fear and death. And for what? Feeding one family meant thousands died. What kind of world did Hanzo want to create? A world of pain…? Of suffering…?
With this face, he could express nothing but contempt.
He hated it. He wouldn't accept it. He wouldn't live in a world where families died so someone else could live for those few more precious years. Where shinobi went to war, and farmers got caught up in between. Where lives were ruined, children twisted and deformed to create weapons. Jinchuuriki. The Epitome of Humanity's Corruption. Killing childhood's so that they could fight stronger, fight harder. Win more money, prestige. Spread more pain.
But with these hands, he will shape the world.
A\N: I just realized; FF(dot)net regards Pain and Nagato as two different people? How does that work? Eh. Put in both to be sure .
That, and FF(dot)net is tyrannical.