Every story has two sides.
When Konan arrived in Amegakure, she looked at the familiar streets and familiar faces, unable to keep a trace of melancholy from welling up inside her.
At this point, the organization had only just begun. The three of them had traveled throughout the Land of Rain, tirelessly striving for its civilians and shinobi.
The Land of Rain wasn't particularly large, but it wasn't small either. Thanks to their efforts, nearly all ordinary people and civilian shinobi had benefited from their help.
Konan's gentleness, beauty, and smile had earned her the title of Angel.
Yet it was precisely because of this that the Salamander Hanzo, the Land of Rain's de facto ruler, had grown deeply suspicious of her.
Speaking of the Salamander Hanzo, he had indeed been a good leader. During the Second Shinobi World War, he had personally taken the field to prevent the Land of Rain from becoming a battlefield for the great nations, striving to bring peace and stability to his country. However, he was not an open-minded leader.
As the saying went, people changed. Even a top-tier figure like Half-God Hanzō couldn't withstand the ravages of time. Once a person passed the peak of their career as a shinobi, they grew more and more timid. Amegakure had not taken part in the Third Shinobi World War. Instead, it had relied on the lingering influence it had gained during the Second War, wavering between the three great nations and currying favor with all sides.
The great nations were indeed worried that Amegakure might join their enemies, so they stepped up their efforts to win it over. As a result, they tried their best to avoid fighting within the Land of Rain. But war was full of surprises, and troops still crossed the border