In the Land of Rain, there were always one or two days each month when the rain would clear and the sky would brighten.
Whenever a rainbow bridge stretched across the far horizon, every citizen of the Land of Rain would feel their mood improve.
No matter how difficult life was, there were always beautiful moments that made people unwilling to give up on this cruel world.
Like that ray of light that appeared at regular intervals in boundless darkness, becoming the only hope that kept people moving forward.
And Yahiko, the boy from the Land of Rain who aspired to become that light, had spent an entire night whispering about dreams under the covers with his most steadfast supporter, Nagato, even causing Jiraiya to lose sleep.
Early that morning, Hyuga Wuye and Konan left the house.
They walked along the rain-soaked grassland until, several kilometers away, they stopped atop a small hill.
"Three years already. Time has passed so quickly..."
The two sat down at the top of the hill, and Konan skillfully rested her head on Wuye's shoulder.
There was no sorrow or reluctance on her delicate face, only a tranquility as deep as the sea.
"I still remember the scene when you suddenly appeared and saved my mother and me while several ninjas were attacking us..."
"And that day, when you appeared in my world again."
Konan gazed at the rainbow on the horizon and the white clouds drifting quietly past, murmuring, "Back then, it was as if I had seen an angel."
"You're the angel in my life," Wuye said again.
Konan merely shook her head.
"Why did you save me back then?"
She suddenly lifted her head and looked at Wuye's profile. "It's been three years. I believe I know you well enough now. You