"No." Madara said, after a few seconds, when his chest and lungs had mostly regenerated. "No. No! You- You! How dare you?!"
Nagato let out a pained chuckle, hands clutching, though not touching, at his eyes. Konan was next him, gripping his shoulders, panic and terror in her eyes and Heart... "I was never righteous." Nagato explained. "My entire life, I thought that these eyes were a sign of providence. When Yahiko was alive, I thought myself as a tool through which he could achieve peace. After he died, I thought I had the responsibility of saving the world, from itself if I had to. Now? I know both are a lie. Simple convenience." He spat.
"Nagato..." Konan said, slowly, softly.
"I reject it." Nagato continued, heedless. "I reject you, your notions of peace. I reject the pain you've caused as a result. And so, to do so... I destroy your convenience. This is me, accepting my sins, knowing I am in the wrong, and denying you."
Madara's hands clenched. He was shaking, trembling with rage. "Do you have any idea what you've done?" He asked, voice entirely too clear for him to be anything other than utterly furious.
"Yes." Nagato looked up, smiling. Mangled eyes and blood were completely visible, as he looked in Madara's direction...
Madara reached back, grasping at his Gunbai, but he didn't make it before a tendril of golden-red Chakra slammed onto him, smashing him into the ground.
A deep chuckle rang through the air, and the Chakra expanded, taking on a rough shape. The tendril widened into a clawed hand, a thin wrist turning into a stream that connected to Naruto, as well as another mass of Chakra that quickly gained shape. "You have no idea how long I've waited to do that."
"Tch. Kyuubi." Madara ground out, his teeth gritted.
Kurama's head, a chakra projection significantly smaller than his real head, twisted and turned, moving over to Madara. "Madara Uchiha." He said, slowly, as if trying the name out. "One hundred years, by the way. One hundred years since you came to me, took control of me, used me like some simple beast." His tone took a far more dangerous turn at those last two words.
Madara raised a brow, unimpressed.
Kurama smiled, showing each and every single one of his teeth, and laughed again. "I've thought a lot about what I might do to you, should I ever get my hands on you. One hundred years is a lot of time to get... creative. You know what's funny, though? Everything that's happened so far is better than I've dreamed. Don't worry though, I've still thought up some things."
Golden Chakra flooded red, and Madara scowled as his skin bubbled and burned as if he had suddenly been dunked in a vat of acid.
He tried to move, but couldn't, trapped completely in Kurama's grasp.
After a few seconds, the red turned back into gold, and Kurama laughed again. "So many things. That was just a taste. Regeneration... What a gift you've given to me. Now I can try out so many of them and you'll always be fine for next."
"You think you frighten me, beast?" Madara asked, glaring. "It's only a matter of time before I find a way-" He cut himself off, face twitching and eyes slamming shut in a grimace.
"Gah-" Nagato was the same, letting out a pained noise as his hands moved up to his eyes.
"Nagato?!" Konan held a hand up over his eyes, which immediately began to glow the signature green of the Mystical Palm jutsu...
But it didn't help.
Only a moment later, a strange, silvery, potent Chakra leaked from the eyes, immediately capturing the attention of every Bijuu in attendance.
Madara, too, let out a small noise of pain, twitching and shifting. But he couldn't move under Kurama's grasp, and so...
We could all see as the ringed purple of the Rinnegan faded into the black and red of the Mangekyo Sharingan.
The Chakra continued to pour out, incredibly strong and potent. Nagato's breathing grew laboured, but he wasn't in any real danger.
"That's..."
I felt the moment a Heart and Soul appeared, that Chakra acting as a conduit. I knew, in that instant, who it was, Kaguya's memories briefly surfacing again and providing the name.
The Chakra finished leaking, and then shifted, taking shape. It started at the head, with pale brown hair and a pair of horn-like protrusions of a pale shade that seemed a little unnatural for normal Human skin.
"My, my." I said, ducking my head in a sign of respect. "I certainly wasn't expecting so revered a guest. Greetings to you, Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki."
"Father?" Kurama spoke, a tone of wonder his voice, his Heart echoing with a sheer, exultant joy that was strange to see from him. "Father!"
His head was over to Hagoromo's side in an instant, Madara, for the moment, completely forgotten. A hand came up to Kurama's nose, and Kurama...
Nuzzled. It was a sight that just... couldn't be made sense of. The Kyuubi, the most powerful and most malevolent of all nine Bijuu...
Nuzzling.
"Kurama." The voice was refined, regal, though perhaps a little old-fashioned. A deep voice, filled with quiet power. Fitting.
He was an odd looking person. Pale, but not a shade quite normal. Old, wrinkled skin, not strange, but not common among Ninja, either. His clothes were white, with a number of Magatama on them, all pristine.
He floated in the air, nine black balls arranged in a ring underneath him. Just looking at them told me they were an incredibly complex thing; all five Nature transformations and both Yin and Yang transformations forming them. Incredibly potent and dangerous. He had a staff, a Khakkhara, which was jet black and had the same signature.
On his forehead was a marking, appearing as a red Rinnegan. It fit, because both eyes were the actual thing, ringed purple and terribly powerful.
"What is happening." Onoki asked himself, appearing completely lost.
"Konan-" Nagato said, head turned in the general direction of Hagoromo. "Konan, what's happening? What can't I see?"
"I... I don't know how to explain." Konan frowned, looking at him with distraught written clear on her face.
"So..." Naruto paused for a brief moment, looking at him. "You're the Sage of Six Paths."