The days that followed were relatively easy. During the day, Tamura Hiroshi wandered around Amegakure, sometimes even leaving the village to travel through the Land of Rain. At times, he would also dine and chat with Kitsuchi and Jinin Akebino. After all, they were fairly familiar with one another.
At night, he would sneak into Miss Pakura's room to sleep and guide her in training the Rasengan.
After Hanzō finished making his preparations, he quietly set out with his trusted subordinates to assassinate the serpent Garaga.
On the second day after Hanzō's departure, Tamura Hiroshi found the wandering Yahiko, Nagato Uzumaki, and Konan under Black Zetsu's guidance.
"The situation in the Land of Rain really isn't good."
Looking at the three children curled up asleep inside a dilapidated wooden hut, Tamura Hiroshi could not help sighing at the cruelty of war.
"The Land of Rain's geographical position doomed it to never be peaceful. Konoha suppressed Amegakure far too harshly in the past. More than half of the mission commissions in the Land of Rain were taken by Konoha, forcing Hanzō to declare war on Konoha."
Black Zetsu chuckled darkly. Konoha was domineering enough to steal even mission commissions from the major nations, let alone the small countries around it.
Without mission commissions, and with the Land of Rain being relatively poor, the Daimyo's administration could not provide Amegakure with much support. Hanzō had no choice but to go to war.
"In the end, it all comes down to a struggle for benefits. This world has entered a vicious cycle. Only by destroying it completely once can we establish a perfect order."
Tamura Hiroshi raised his hand and felt the chill of the raindrops. They were like the world's tears.
"That was Hagoromo's philosophy. He believed concentrated power would only lead