Land of Rain Forest.
The country's resources were actually decent. Several nearby rivers converged there.
Rainfall was plentiful, and its forests and vegetation flourished.
Unfortunately, it bordered six countries, making the Land of Rain a battlefield every time war broke out.
A single casual attack from a ninja could easily kill ordinary people.
And because the Land of Rain was weak, ninja from other villages cared even less about its people.
Fortunately, Hanzo of the Salamander had risen to prominence in Amegakure for a time, finally giving the country a little breathing room.
Ninja from other villages had at least become somewhat wary.
But times had changed. The former demigod was gone, and a new god had appeared.
With the Akatsuki established there and Pain ruling over it, Amegakure brimmed with life.
Even the trees in the forest outside the village seemed carefully tended, their branches thick with leaves.
Before dawn, moonlight barely reached through a thin mist hanging in the forest.
Pakura had flown with Zhengye from dusk through the night, finally arriving here before dawn.
Once they crossed this forest, they would see Amegakure, the village built on water.
The fifteen fireballs beneath Pakura's feet had dwindled to seven or eight.
Each time one vanished, she slowed a little.
She had kept replacing them, but after flying all night, she could no longer keep up.
Pakura was nearly spent. Sweat covered her body, and her clothes clung to her back.
"We're close enough." Zhengye's voice sounded beside her ear, steady as ever.
"Let's rest. I have a tent in my bag."
Pakura breathed out and landed by a rock wall sheltered from the wind.
The moment her feet touched the ground, her knees buckled. Fortunately, Zhengye caught her.
"Why push yourself so hard?" Zhengye looked at her sweat-soaked