The Hatake Clan's Three-Sword Master
Chapter 197

Why couldn't a man in his sixties stop thinking about a young man? (1/3)

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Land of Rain

A fine, unending drizzle shrouded the entire Land of Rain. Nagato stood atop the tallest building in Amegakure, gazing down over the country.

Ever since Nagato had secretly taken control of the Land of Rain, the light rain had never stopped falling.

This rain was Nagato's doing, a special ability he had uncovered after mastering the Rinnegan.

It was sensory ninjutsu that used the Uzumaki Clan's unparalleled chakra reserves to infuse his chakra into the rain, allowing him to control it at will.

Rain Tiger at Will Technique!!!

He used chakra to create rain clouds, then made them release a steady drizzle that blanketed the entire Land of Rain.

Every drop that fell while the technique was active was intimately linked to Nagato's senses.

Unfamiliar chakra would obstruct the rain, allowing him to detect intruders. Moreover, because the technique reacted to the area where it was activated, the rain would keep falling until Nagato dispelled the ninjutsu.

Thus, Nagato had been using this technique to keep the Land of Rain under constant surveillance.

Nagato held out his right hand to catch the tiny raindrops, his gaze fixed firmly in Konoha's direction.

After nearly three years of development, the Land of Rain had erased the traces Hanzō had left behind and been reshaped entirely in Nagato's image.

Nagato had also secretly recruited many powerful rogue ninja. He was now confident that his Akatsuki was no weaker than the so-called Four Great Shinobi Villages.

Yes, four great villages-Konoha excluded!

In the current shinobi world, after the Third Shinobi World War, anyone with eyes could see that Konoha's strength had risen above that of the other four great villages. It was the undisputed, uncrowned king of the shinobi world.

It was precisely because of Konoha that Nagato had not dared

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