After temporarily driving back the Old Man with a Cane who played with Parasitic Insects, Nagato and the others knew they could not remain in Amegakure any longer. If there had been a first attack, there would definitely be a second. And judging by that man's behavior, Nagato did not think he was allied with Uchiha Madara.
That also meant they might be hunted by different organizations. For now, they had to shake off their pursuers and wait until his injuries healed before they had the strength to fight.
But before leaving Amegakure, Moriyue still had something to do.
Amegakure's rulers had changed batch after batch, while its villagers had either fled or died. The industries here were generally unstable, and war made them easy targets for plunder.
Yet one industry in Amegakure would never collapse. Whether it was bandits who came to loot from time to time or villagers themselves, they deliberately avoided one place—the tavern.
Amegakure could not lose its taverns, just as the West could not lose Jerusalem. Without hard liquor to ward off the cold, damp rain, Amegakure would likely soon become a village of the dead.
That might have sounded exaggerated, but taverns in Amegakure held the same status as Ichiraku Ramen in Konoha. They were unshakable.
And because of that, even though an extremely vile uprising speech had once taken place here, the establishment had not been destroyed.
"Creak~"
The tavern's door was pushed open from outside. Beyond the door was darkness, while inside was practically another world. The tavern was brightly lit, and the air carried a pleasantly tipsy warmth. There was not much of the heavy scent of alcohol, which was quite different from before. No one knew what had prompted the place to change its style.
The world outside remained as