The Land of Rain, Amegakure.
It was a day of endless rain.
Inside the meeting room, Hanzo listened to the reports on their work from the various high-ranking Jonin of the village.
"...Right now, the surrounding Great Nations are gradually enforcing an economic blockade against us. The remaining trade routes are very few. If this continues, many people in our country might starve to death. The domestic merchants who originally supported us are also starting to waver, slowly leaning toward external forces."
"Not only are the commercial routes blocked, but acquiring weapons has also become a problem. Some domestic arms dealers have refused to cooperate with us, and only a small number of them are still providing us with weapons. But these armaments are nothing more than a drop in the bucket for us in Amegakure."
"I think we still need to establish a stable connection with the Land of Night and procure armaments from them. According to investigations, the armaments produced by the Land of Night every year exceed demand. Even their phased-out second-hand goods reach the average standard of the arms market in terms of quality."
"Yet when we went to contact them previously, the Land of Night did not give a definite response."
"That means they are still weighing their options. We should keep the momentum going right now, continue sending people to negotiate with the General of the Land of Night, and change their perspective!"
Inside the meeting room, the Jonin of Amegakure argued fiercely with one another.
The situation in the Land of Rain before their eyes was growing increasingly tense, especially the food shortage problem, which had always been the greatest difficulty plaguing them.
With the Daimyo completely unable to manage affairs, their Amegakure was the final shield of the Land of Rain.
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