"It was still pouring outside. If we stayed here any longer, I felt like we'd start growing mold." Hyuga Matsuba pulled out an umbrella and headed for the door.
But the umbrella did not last long before the torrential rain battered it to pieces. Without it, Hyuga Matsuba could only use his Tenseigan to push the rainwater aside.
"Isn't the weather here too ridiculous? It's raining, sure, but it's been raining for so long. At this rate, won't this country be flooded?" Hyuga Matsuba felt a little despairing.
Ever since they had arrived in this village, they had not seen a single sunny day. Fortunately, the village sat on a small slope with good drainage, and many drainage facilities had been installed. Otherwise, it would have become a vast expanse of water long ago.
"Let's wait a little longer. If this rain still doesn't stop, I'll take action." Hyuga Matsuba had already made his plans. Since the rain would not stop, all he had to do was clear away the dark clouds overhead.
Hyuga Matsuba slowly wandered through the streets, but every house had its doors tightly shut, and he did not see a single person from this country.
Anyone who did not know the situation beforehand might have thought they had entered a ghost village.
He walked back and forth several times without finding anything, and was about to return when he turned and spotted a curled-up figure sheltering from the rain in a corner.
Her hair was bluish-purple, her body was covered in mud, and her orange eyes shimmered with grievance and hope. Her clothes had become tattered and were soaked through, clinging to her body.
The instant Hyuga Matsuba saw her, he knew she was Angel Konan.
*The story has already progressed this far, and Konan still