Drip, drip.
The weather in the Land of Rain was as damp and rainy as ever.
At the top of the Leader's Spire, Nagato, draped in a black cloak patterned with red clouds, looked down over the entire Land of Rain, a faint trace of reluctance in his eyes.
Though he called himself a god, the emotions that belonged to humans were not something he could completely forget so quickly.
This tiny Land of Rain carried almost all his memories from childhood to the present.
Their dreams and efforts had almost all melted into this endless rain over the years, until they were impossible to separate.
But today, the time to say goodbye had finally come.
As he looked at the bustling crowd below, countless emotions stirred in Nagato's eyes.
On ordinary days, the Land of Rain was rarely this lively.
Because it rained so much, most people would not linger in the streets for long, and the concept of strolling around had never even been born here.
Cold and deserted—that was the norm here.
But today, on the eve of departure, he suddenly realized that there were actually this many people in the Land of Rain!
Just then, the rain above him suddenly stopped.
No, the rain had not stopped. A paper umbrella had been raised over his head, blocking the fine rain that fell like a beaded curtain.
"Nagato, everything is ready."
Konan held a paper umbrella and came to his side.
"Good. Then we set out!"
The two floated down from the tower's peak and merged into the crowd below.
Coincidentally, far away across the Land of Fire, on the vast sea, another force was preparing to rally and depart.
However, unlike the Land of Rain, there was no reluctance or sentiment on these people's