Anyone who demands proof of Nagato’s unparalleled awesomeness need only have her stare at them for a few seconds.
No swimsuits. No miniskirts. No nekomimi. No provocative poses. Have them if you must, but they are superfluous to requirements.
Her eyes, her uncompromising demeanour, her freakishly powerful silence are enough to make empires fall, infants sing praise and kings grovel at her feet in awestruck obeisance.
And so before the assembled company of my otaku brethren, I bend my knee before our Sovereign Lady and pronounce the following words:
I, Diego, of the humblest station, do become thy liege man of life and limb, and of earthly reverence; and truth and honour will I bear unto thee, to live and defend, against all manner of folks.
Let us now sing the national anthem.
Here ends my latest episode of Nagato-induced insanity. Regular lucid programming will resume soon.