"Tap, tap, tap..."
Wuye wore a rain cape and carried Konan in his arms as he passed through the curtain of rain.
Neither of them spoke along the way.
Because they truly did not know what to say...
And too much had just happened. Yahiko's fate was still unknown, Akatsuki stood at a crossroads, and the Land of Rain had lost Hanzo. No one knew where it would go from here...
Konan's thoughts were a mess. Her head seemed to throb without pause, leaving her deeply uncomfortable.
Gradually, familiar fields and villages came into view around them...
Only then did her mood slowly settle.
As long as she returned here, no matter how many troubles or sorrows she carried, she would subconsciously cast them aside.
And this was also the place where she and Nagato had agreed to meet.
"Ten years, huh..."
Suddenly, Wuye's somewhat complicated voice sounded beside her.
Konan froze for a moment.
They had both grown up. Their voices and appearances had changed drastically, and they no longer resembled the people from those three years of memories.
So... they had become strangers...
She suddenly remembered the day they had parted. He had confessed everything and placed the choice in her hands.
She had struggled for a long time, but in the end, she had still separated from him with absolute calmness and reason.
She had been too young then, not knowing how to cherish the person before her. She had always thought it would be fine, that it was nothing, that everything would get better.
In the end, she had borne the pain and torment alone.
"I remembered. This place was just as barren ten years ago... and it still hasn't changed..."
His voice had lost its childishness from back then, becoming magnetic and pleasant, while hers...