The Land of Waves was a small country on the border of the Land of Fire. It produced seafood, which it could export to the Land of Fire in exchange for money, improving the local poverty.
However, the tranquil island nation changed because of one person's arrival.
No one knew when it had begun, but thick fog had spread across the Land of Waves. The mist was densest in the early morning, so thick that one could not see their hand in front of their face.
At the same time, countless large ships appeared on the waters around the Land of Waves, transporting vast quantities of goods every day. As they approached the coast, the ships emitted a humming sound to prevent collisions when visibility was poor.
The fishermen could no longer fish nearby because of the ships and had no choice but to travel farther out to sea.
At first, this caused quite a bit of chaos. The fog and humming sounds affected the fishing industry, making the already impoverished families even worse off.
But when they rose up in resistance, a group of shinobi appeared and cut off their hopes.
"How did the Land of Waves end up like this?"
Kakuzu was old, and he had spent most of his life as a bounty hunter, traveling across the world.
The Land of Waves had once been nothing more than a poor little fishing village. Yet now it had become this ghostly mess, with ships everywhere loaded with stone and steel.
Many areas had already been leveled, and the construction of large numbers of houses had begun.
"This is our plan. I intend to build a laboratory here, and we already have a finished prototype."
Pakura was in charge here. Muzan only needed to provide the blueprints for the