There was another ninja beside Konan, but it was not Nagato. He was not wearing Akatsuki's clothes either, just ordinary casual attire, and he seemed to have something strapped to his back.
Huh, wait, why did this guy look a little familiar?
"Dirt Cake?" Although Kenichi Amamiya was curious about the ninja beside Konan, he still looked at Konan. It was very rude to ignore someone when they were speaking to you.
Kenichi Amamiya considered himself a refined and courteous person.
"Mm. It's a specialty food from the Land of Rain, made from a type of soil. It has no nutrition, but it can fill your stomach." Konan remained calm as she spoke, as if nothing had anything to do with her.
But Kenichi Amamiya could see the lingering sorrow in Konan's eyes.
Konan was a good kid.
And she did not smoke, drink, or perm her hair. Though she was a member of Akatsuki, a rich woman who played with Explosive Tags, Konan really was a good kid.
Kenichi Amamiya scratched his head. Dirt Cake? Now that she mentioned it, he understood. Something similar had existed in his previous life too—Guanyin clay was one such thing.
People often said they were so poor they had to eat dirt, but they did not realize that people in the past had truly been so poor that dirt was all they could eat. That was not an exaggeration; it was a literal description.
Kenichi Amamiya bought a Dirt Cake. He did not intend to eat it; he simply had his own plans.
After Nagato inherited the will of his friend Yahiko, he made Akatsuki the ruler of the Land of Rain. And in the future ninja world, the Land of Rain indeed did not undergo any major upheavals.
Such as being dragged