Crowds surged like waves through every street of the Rain Village, with the bustle, shouts, and calls of vendors rising and falling together to echo throughout the village.
The scene here seemed like a painting filled with magic. Even Nagato, a seasoned veteran of countless battles, had gotten lost in it several times.
Although he was clearly on the first floor, when he looked up, he saw skyscrapers soaring into the clouds, their tops nowhere in sight. When he looked down, he saw the dense, ceaseless flow of people beneath his feet, moving like a river.
Nagato could not help feeling somewhat lost. However, he did not casually use the immense power he possessed as a ninja to find his way out. Instead, he chose to move forward at a slow and steady pace, taking one step after another.
Before he knew it, Nagato had reached a rooftop.
There, he saw several elderly people sitting in a circle, concentrating on a game of chess.
Their eyes gleamed with intense battle spirit, but that spirit was not directed at one another. They had poured it all into the small chessboard before them.
Curious, Nagato moved closer to watch, wanting to understand what made this game so fascinating.
He stood quietly to one side and listened for a long time, but he could never understand the complicated rules.
Besides that, all he heard was the elderly men discussing everyday family matters and interesting gossip about their neighbors.
Even so, Nagato continued listening patiently, hoping to gain even the slightest useful clue from them.
After finding nothing, Nagato once again set out on his way.
The street presented a scene of prosperity and flourishing, with a lively and cheerful atmosphere everywhere.
All sorts of people passed him by. From their expressions, it was