At the border between the Land of Rain and the Country of Birds.
This was considered one of the Shinobi World's great natural wonders.
Because it was like the boundary between the Yellow Sea and the Bohai Sea.
The Country of Birds to the west was clearly under cloudless skies.
Yet the Land of Rain to the east was blanketed in dark clouds and endless drizzle.
Of course, the Land of Rain occasionally had days without rain.
Only then did the skies of the two countries seem connected as one.
"Yahiko, Nagato, look! It's raining ahead. We're almost home!"
Konan, twelve years old this year and dressed in a gray-black Chunin flak jacket.
Supported the exhausted Nagato alongside Yahiko while gazing excitedly at the gloomy sky in the distance.
To her, although the Land of Rain was damp and cold.
It was the shared home of the three of them.
"Mm, but Yahiko, have you figured out how to face Hanzō?"
Nagato asked softly, his expression weary.
For someone who was also only twelve years old, the drain of the Rinnegan was truly difficult to bear.
He had his Uzumaki physique to thank for that. An ordinary child would have died long ago.
"There's nothing to figure out. He was the one who abandoned us back then. He's the one who should explain himself."
Yahiko's gaze remained steady as he supported Nagato step by step toward the Land of Rain.
"Then how do we explain surviving?"
Deep concern appeared in Konan's eyes.
"We'll say that when the Fourth Wind Shadow of the Sand Village attacked, I used the Two-Tails' power to cover our escape."
Yahiko had clearly thought it through already, and his answer was calm.
In any case, they absolutely could not mention Nagato's Rinnegan.
"That makes sense. We