There were no problems on Sunagakure's end. Even if war broke out suddenly, the entire village wouldn't be defeated in just a few days, so Rasa simply stayed in Amegakure to train Nagato.
To Rasa, Sunagakure and Amegakure were both tools for earning points and chips for his seat at the Shinobi World's grand gambling table.
Since they were chips, they naturally had different values. With Nagato, Amegakure might not be worth any less than Sunagakure, so it was worth investing more effort in.
In the village chief's office, Nagato was overwhelmed by Amegakure's affairs. You didn't know how precious rice and oil were until you ran a household, and the problems he encountered running Amegakure were far more numerous than those Yahiko had faced leading Akatsuki.
There were problems everywhere, and yet everywhere seemed problem-free. Mentally and physically exhausted, Nagato finally decided to seek advice from his teacher.
Carrying several reports, Nagato made his way to the little river behind the village.
Rasa was lounging on a recliner. In front of him sat a fishing rod, held down by a rock, waiting for a willing fish to bite.
His beautiful disciple Konan attended him nearby, poring over a copy of the Shinobi World Song and Dance Compendium.
Sensing the movement through Microwave Radar and recognizing Nagato from the rhythm of his footsteps, Rasa didn't even open his eyes. He said calmly, "Nagato, is that you?
What problem have you run into?"
"Teacher Rasa, I've run into a problem I can't handle."
Nagato nodded respectfully. He was already used to Rasa's perception, which rivaled the Byakugan. It was practically routine by now.
"Go on."
Nagato pulled out several mission reports and stood behind Rasa, speaking respectfully. "The first matter is this: the Daimyo of the Land of Rain has sent