But Amegakure, where it rained year-round, had no way to grow crops.
The village lacked sources of income and could not start wars of invasion.
Being able to maintain the status quo was already good enough. Asking for anything more would be excessive.
After all, Nagato's dream was not built upon Amegakure. He had placed everything he had on the Akatsuki.
Yet because of one wrong thought, even the Akatsuki might no longer be preserved.
"Let's go. The Cloud Clan Grounds are in the Core Area. Come with me to meet our teacher. Actually, our trip to Another World to find you was our teacher's order."
"He gave us a mission and told Konan and me to bring you here if possible."
Nagato looked at Yahiko after hearing that. "Is Lord Torikaze interested in us, or what?"
Yahiko shook his head. "How would I know? Ordinary people can't fathom Shishou's thoughts, nor would they dare try."
Alternate Konan, who had been rather silent along the way, spoke up. "No matter what, since Senior Windcloud is willing to see us, there should be a chance to ask him for help with Nagato's condition."
What Konan cared about most was not any mission. She only wanted to know whether Nagato's body could recover.
Whether he could return to how he had once been.
Nagato's back was now riddled with Black Rods, and his entire body had been sucked dry until he was little more than a skeleton.
If not for the Windcloud Clan's powerful vitality, an ordinary person would have died long ago.
Nagato cut Alternate Konan off. "Don't say that. Whether Lord Torikaze chooses to save me is his own decision, not something we can influence."
Nagato seemed rather accepting of it, but no one knew that he was deeply uneasy