Revisiting an Old Place

In a great hall, a group of plainly dressed, honest-looking men and women had gathered together.

Their ancestors had lost their country in a great upheaval decades ago. A ninja army that had emerged out of nowhere had shattered everything their ancestors once possessed. From then on, they became refugees without a homeland and began living as drifters at sea.

But now, even that tiny space to survive seemed to be disappearing. That was the only reason they had gathered here.

They could never bow their heads to their former enemies. Even if they had lost their country, at least they still had their freedom.

"Let's talk about everyone's recent situation."

Amid the clamor, a short, fat man spoke as loudly as he could, sounding exhausted.

"We're all grasshoppers tied to the same rope. We should stick together... Fuck! Victor, you bastard, where are you throwing that thing!?"

His expression changed faster than the turn of a page...

"Gato, you useless fool, quit acting like you own the place!"

The man named Victor sneered. He was fat as well.

"Back then, you said you'd establish a country on the mainland. We gave you money and people to help you. So where's the country? Where is it!?"

"You're asking me? Who the hell am I supposed to ask? I had the Land of Waves under control, but who knew the Land of Fire would suddenly make a deal with the Land of Water? It's already Land of Water territory now!"

This man was none other than Gato, the one Zabuza had stabbed to death with a kunai in the original story. Yet his true identity was that of one of the sea folk.

However, his luck clearly had not been much better than in the original story... The Land of Waves