In a chaotic place like Amegakure, new factions emerged every day, only to be swiftly destroyed.
Countless ninja claimed to be Hanzo of the Salamander's rightful successors. After all, Hanzo was already dead and had left no descendants behind. Any ninja could call himself Hanzo's disciple.
Yet this newly emerged organization was different. It did not raise any banner connected to Hanzo, and it had only one slogan: for Amegakure's tomorrow, to personally create peace for the Land of Rain.
No one believed such slogans when they were first shouted, but more and more people later joined the organization, because they were not merely shouting—they were acting.
When you earnestly did something, someone would always notice and be inspired by it.
In a hopeless place like Amegakure, this suddenly appearing organization was like a faint glimmer of rebirth in a forest. No matter how weak it was, those truly willing to give everything for the village and the country clutched it tightly.
The leader of this organization was a blond young man. His smile was bright, and he possessed an extraordinary warmth. His name was Yahiko.
By his side stood a red-haired youth, the organization's deputy leader, Nagato.
They struggled in this chaotic corner of the Ninja World for the lofty ideals in their hearts. Insisting on negotiation and persuasion above all else, never taking their enemies' lives, and upholding the belief in peaceful coexistence and mutual understanding, they rapidly grew in strength.
Until one day, someone wearing a white Whirlpool Mask appeared before Yahiko and Nagato, claiming to be Uchiha Madara!
"You dare call yourself Uchiha Madara? Are you some mentally unstable lunatic?" Yahiko sneered as he looked at the masked man before him.
Outside the cave, heavy rain continued to pour. In the Land of Rain, weather like