By the shores of the largest inland lake outside Amegakure,
Dozens of local residents who made their living by fishing were hurriedly tying their boats together, preventing the tools that supported their families from being swept into the turbulent currents by the suddenly rising waves.
"Splash, splash~!"
Listening to the crashing waves beside him, the young fisherman who had just secured his boat stared in terror at the towering waves churning in the distant deep waters. Every crest there was dozens of meters high, easily capable of swallowing anything floating on the surface.
"What on earth is going on today?"
He had lived beside this lake for ten years, yet this was the first time he had seen such a terrifying phenomenon.
"This has never happened before, right?"
The old fisherman working on the neighboring boat raised his head at those words. A faint look of realization appeared on his weathered face, as though he had fallen into some memory.
"No, this isn't the first time it's happened."
After a long while, he gently shook his head and pointed his deep gaze toward the center of the lake, an unknown area designated by Amegakure as a Forbidden Ground.
"More than a decade ago, a similar phenomenon appeared. I still remember it to this day. Within the thick fog, several enormous silhouettes were fighting in the depths of the lake's center."
"Why are you telling stories again?"
The young fisherman glanced helplessly at the old man beside him. He had heard this legendary tale more than a hundred times.
"Didn't Lord Hanzo debunk that rumor? Those silhouettes were just a Mirage."
"I saw it with my own eyes! Young people these days~"
"I only believe the authorities. Anything I haven't seen myself is just a rumor!"
The young fisherman shook his