In the blink of an eye, two years had passed since the last great battle. In the Land of Rain, Amegakure.
The Land of Rain was now worlds apart from what it had once been. Ever since Qingyun's battle with Shidou Ōtsutsuki, the thick clouds overhead had been completely dispersed by Qingyun's sword energy. The land that had gone without sunlight for so many years finally basked in the sun.
The people of the Land of Rain called Qingyun's battle a blessing from a heavenly god. They believed that the god, seeing how they had been deprived of sunlight year after year, had defeated an evil god and given them a glimmer of hope.
They even designated the day Qingyun fought Shidou Ōtsutsuki as Prayer Day. Every year on that day, the people of the Land of Rain set aside their work and gathered to burn incense and pray before a faceless statue.
Inside Amegakure's tallest building, Nagato Uzumaki and Konan sat in a dim office.
"Nagato, are you really going to do this?"
Konan looked at Nagato Uzumaki's frail body, worry written across her face.
Ever since Yahiko's death, when Nagato Uzumaki had unleashed the Rinnegan's power, his health had deteriorated day by day. His once-vast reserves of life energy continued to dwindle. His handsome face was long gone; now he resembled an old man with one foot in the grave, his body gaunt and his cheeks sunken.
"Of course. When we fought Hanzo of the Salamander, Qingyun of Konoha must have been nearby. Apart from him, I can't think of anyone who could have taken Yahiko's body right under my nose without making a sound. I will get Yahiko's body back and turn him into the Deva Path, so he can fulfill our dream alongside us in another