We are Nagato's relatives

Two days later, in the Land of Rain.

Endless rain shrouded this war-torn land, and the muddy trade road wound onward beneath the gray sky.

The air was thick with the damp smell of earth and an oppressive heaviness that refused to fade.

Uzumaki Fuka wore a slightly oversized straw raincoat, her long crimson hair flickering in and out of sight beneath her straw hat.

She stood in the middle of the road, facing five bandits with crude weapons in their hands and vicious looks on their faces.

The bandits were dressed in rags, but the greed and cruelty in their eyes were plain to see.

"Hand over your food and money! Otherwise, don't blame us for getting rough!" the lead bandit roared fiercely, waving a rusty machete.

Fuka drew in a breath of cold air and thought back to what Menma had taught her over the past two days.

She raised her hands before her chest and somewhat clumsily urged her chakra into motion.

"Adamantine Sealing Chains!"

Bzz—!

Two brilliant golden chakra chains shot out from behind her in an instant, like living spirit snakes. Carrying a powerful sealing aura, they lashed with precision against all five bandits!

"Ah!"

"Thud!"

"That hurts!"

The bandits did not even see what had happened. They only felt a tremendous force slam into them, and then their bodies were whipped off the ground and sent crashing into the mud with miserable screams, their weapons flying from their hands, leaving them in an utterly sorry state.

They struggled to crawl back up, their faces full of terror. The way they looked at Fuka was as if they were staring at a monster.

"Spare us! Lady ninja!"

"We were wrong! We'll never do it again!"

"Please let us go! We had no choice either. The