Overthrow Hanzō's evil rule!

Frontline of the Land of Rain, Konoha garrison camp.

Danzo held the messenger paper, read through the entire Proclamation, his eyes filled with disdain and contempt, and a cold, sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Hmm, Hanzō?"

"Relying on that mere empty reputation to call himself Demigod, does he really think he can stand on equal footing with the five great hidden villages?"

"Hokage Position of Konoha, commanding the strength of an entire village, Kagami remains calm, measured, and methodical in his actions."

"You're just a village chief living in a tiny country, yet you dare to be so arrogant and conceited!"

Danzo's fingers gripped the paper tightly, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

"Most importantly, you even deserve to study with a mirror? What kind of declaration of Amegakure Proclamation is this?"

"You ignorant fool."

"Since you're courting death, then I'll grant your wish!"

The constant, continuous rain is the norm in the Land of Rain. Raindrops fall from the sky and patter on the rooftops, making a soft, pattering sound.

In the rain, two boys supported each other as they struggled to walk on the muddy ground.

"Hey! Dabutsu, hang in there!" a boy with purple face paint shouted at the bald boy next to him.

Upon hearing this, the boy named Dabutsu raised his pale face and weakly replied, "Kyusuke, put me down... my body can't hold on any longer."

"Don't worry about me anymore, or you'll be dragged down by me..."

Upon hearing this, Idaten Kyusuke immediately interrupted the bald boy, "Shut up, pull yourself together, you bastard! We barely escaped from those damned Iwagakure Ninja."

"We grew up together, I can't leave you here to die!"

"I... I have no family left, you're all I have left as a friend..." As he said this, two streams of tears rolled down Kyusuke's cheeks.

Before long, the two arrived at the entrance of a tavern. A string of lanterns hung outside the tavern, their warm yellow light reflected through the glass, and a huge sign stood in front of the entrance— Yamazaki Tavern.

Next to the sign, a line of small print reads, "One cup of hot water provided free of charge."

"Shall we go in?" The Dabutsu's weak voice slowly sounded.

Kyusuke gazed at the tavern, silently encouraging himself, and said in a deep voice, "I have no choice but to go in. I promise I won't let you die."

Squeak!

The two pushed open the wooden door of the tavern and stepped inside. They immediately felt a warmth, and their soaked bodies seemed to find some comfort here.

"Welcome!" A warm greeting reached their ears, and a tavern waiter quickly stepped forward.

"May I ask if you two gentlemen need anything?"

"I... we need a cup of hot water. My companion has a high fever. Please!" Kyusuke said in a panic, then bowed and pleaded.

Seeing the two soaking wet teenagers before him, clearly not customers looking for drinks, the waiter didn't shoo them away, but simply sighed softly, "Is that so..."

"Come with me."

After saying that, he led the two men, including Kyusuke, to a corner of the tavern, saying as they walked, "You must have fled from somewhere else, right?"

"Our manager said that as long as someone is from the Land of Rain, regardless of their wealth, we should provide them with hot water as a small gesture of goodwill."

Hearing the attendant's words, Kyusuke and Dabutsu felt a warmth in their hearts. They had traveled a long way and experienced too much of the coldness and warmth of human relationships. But they couldn't blame everyone. In recent years, due to the war, most of the common people in the Land of Rain had not been living well.

Thinking of this, the two boys felt a surge of emotion, and their eyes involuntarily welled up with tears.

As you walk deeper into the tavern, the noise inside grows louder. Warm yellow lights illuminate the tables, each surrounded by small groups of customers.

At that moment, everyone at the table raised their glasses, their expressions fervent, shouting loudly as if they had heard some inspiring words.

Kyusuke and Dabutsu followed the sound, walked through the noisy crowd, and finally their gazes fell on a man in the very center of the tavern.

Kyusuke's gaze unconsciously swept over the man. He was wearing a gray-brown overcoat and looked to be in his early twenties. His handsome face revealed unwavering determination, and his brows exuded confidence.

His right hand was clenched tightly into a fist, which he waved repeatedly in the air.

The guests in the audience seemed to be greatly encouraged, cheering and raising their hands in celebration.

Kyusuke had never seen such a scene before. He hadn't seen the expressions on the faces of these guests in far too long. The Land of Rain had been weeping all these years, and the people of the Land of Rain had been weeping all along.

This place is different from other parts of the Land of Rain.

At this moment, the man on the stage spoke again, his tone heavy. "You should all look, look at this land that gave us birth."

He looked around at the crowd, his voice growing increasingly somber. "Countless families have been torn apart by war, countless children have lost their parents, and those who remain can only struggle to survive."

At this point, his voice suddenly became loud and passionate. "Who caused all of this?"

"Is it those large countries, because they wield great power, that allow them to turn the territory of our small country into a battlefield?"

"So you think you can treat the innocent people of our small country like dirt and kill them at will?"

"They keep talking about order and Peace in the Shinobi World, but this peace has never belonged to small countries like ours!"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the patrons in the tavern turned somber, and Kyusuke and Dabutsu in the corner pondered the words of the man in the center of the tavern.

Just then, the man abruptly changed his tone and shouted sharply, "Do you think the Land of Rain has fallen to its current state entirely because of those great powers?"

"Wrong! The true culprit of the Land of Rain is Hanzo of the Salamander!"

He took a step forward, his tone growing increasingly cold and sharp. "This man, revered as Demigod by the people of the Land of Rain, it was his arrogant declaration of war that drew the Three Great Shinobi Villages of Konoha, Iwagakure, Land of Rain Sunagakure to our land!"

"He believed his reputation was unparalleled and that he could single-handedly contend with the Three Great Shinobi Villages. His so-called leadership of the Land of Rain to a better future was nothing more than a means to fulfill his ambition and his dream of becoming the Rain Shadow."

"He talks about protecting civilians, but what exactly has he protected?"

"It's his Amegakure, not us, the millions of people of the Land of Rain!"

"Although we lived a poor life, we were able to barely survive. Life was tough, but our children were able to grow up healthy."

"What do you mean by leading the people of the Land of Rain to a better future? Heh..."

"Faced with the ninjas of the Three Great Nations, he was no match; he could only hide in Amegakure, not daring to show his face."

Even if he succeeds and the Land of Land of Rain's status rises, only the Daimyo and those powerful figures will benefit. It's Hanzo of the Salamander; what does it have to do with us ordinary people?

At this point, he suddenly raised his clenched right fist and shouted, "The future of the Land of Rain must not be handed over to Hanzō! We must take control of our own future!"

Fellow countrymen, let us unite!

"Fellow countrymen, let us raise the banner of resistance!"

"Fellow countrymen, let us elect our own leader to overthrow Hanzō's evil rule and drive out the ninjas of the Three Great Nations!"

As he finished speaking, everyone in the tavern shouted wildly, releasing their pent-up emotions.

Hanzō Hanzo!

Screw the Three Great Nations!

Why should we let these people manipulate us at will?

"We must stand up! We must be masters of our own destiny!"

"Down with Hanzo of the Salamander! Drive out the Three Great Nations!"

A series of loud roars echoed throughout the tavern, filling the entire space.

In the corner, Idaten Kyusuke and Dabutsu were also infected by the crowd's fervor. They closed their eyes, and images of their loved ones dying at the hands of the Great Nation's ninja kept flashing through their minds.

Yes, the culprit behind everything is Hanzō!

He attracted the Three Great Shinobi Villages, all to satisfy his own ambition...

Thinking of this, the two could no longer contain their anger, raised their hands, and roared, "Damn it!"

"Down with Hanzo of the Salamander! Drive out the Three Great Nations!"