After receiving intelligence about the Hundred-Clan Shinobi Nation's tailed beasts, the various shinobi villages embarked on another round of attempts to tame their own. They also began trying to win the tailed beasts over with love, only to get beaten even harder.
They had failed to realize one thing: only when you were powerful enough and treated them as equals would they stop entertaining other ideas. You couldn't even suppress a tailed beast yet, and you wanted to talk peace? Who would give a damn about you?
The various shinobi villages therefore still had a long way to go before they could produce a perfect jinchuriki.
Meanwhile, in the Land of Rain, a country where rain fell year-round, a rare period of peace had arrived. The great nations were busy trying to control their tailed beasts and were no longer attacking the smaller countries.
Its geography was brutally unfavorable. Bordering the three great nations of Wind, Fire, and Earth doomed it to serve as a buffer zone in wartime. Before the great nations acquired their tailed beasts, their shinobi squads had constantly engaged in small-scale clashes here. Under such circumstances, it was difficult for the village to achieve any stability.
"The Daimyo won't provide any more funding. We can only leave the village to fend for itself." One man spoke bleakly. He had never expected even the Daimyo to give up on this place.
"Let's go rob someone."
"Rob whom? With our location, who exactly do you plan to rob?" another man shot back. Rob a great nation, and they would be waiting for their own destruction.
A completely bald man considered it for a moment. "Perhaps we could go speak with Uchiha Mu."
"Not a bad idea, but what do we do if Uchiha Mu comes here?" the first