The Land of Rain.
A nation cursed with the worst luck imaginable.
It bordered the three great nations of the Land of Fire, the Land of Earth, and the Land of Wind.
Whether during the First Great Ninja War or the Second Great Ninja War, it had become a battlefield for those three nations.
Its climate was also perpetually rainy, the complete opposite of the Land of Wind to its southwest, where yellow sand stretched everywhere.
The unusual climate had led to a severe shortage in the Land of Rain's food production. Coupled with the frequent devastation caused by ninja from the three nations, even its already scarce opportunities for farming had become rarer still.
Naturally, the ninja of the three great nations did not care about any of that. The consequences inevitably fell upon the people of the Land of Rain.
Poverty, hunger, bodies thin enough to show bone, clothes that could not cover the body, no hope for the future...
Any word that symbolized suffering could be applied to the people of the Land of Rain without the slightest incongruity.
Holding an umbrella, Naruto slowly passed through a town. Numbness, helplessness, and emptiness were the shared expressions of everyone here.
Home invasions and street robberies happened every moment of every day.
The strong raised their blades against the stronger, while the weak often raised their blades against those even weaker.
Years of war had long stripped the Land of Rain's society of even its most basic order.
When bullied by ninja from other nations, some bent their backs and silently endured; others erupted from silence and gave their precious lives for their country and their loved ones.
Yet in the eyes of those who bowed and scraped, such actions were utterly laughable.
Perhaps the heroic deeds of those