Amegakure now had all the prestige it needed. All it lacked was an opportunity, and it might well become the sixth great shinobi village.
The Land of Rain was currently holding Amegakure back, so they would reverse that and let Amegakure drive the development of the entire Land of Rain.
As long as there were enough Rain Ninja, none of this would be a problem.
"Yes!" The Amegakure shinobi turned into a puddle of water and vanished.
Hanzo walked to the window and looked out over Amegakure, now restored to its former state. This was where he had once lived, and it was also the tallest building in Amegakure. From here, he could take in the entire village.
"The Five Great Shinobi Villages." Hanzo snorted.
In an abandoned city, a black-haired girl stood in the way of a group of armed adults. Behind her, several young children gazed hopefully at her back.
"We don't have any food. You can leave," the girl said coldly, forcing herself to remain calm.
The group of scrawny adults sneered. "No food at all? That's not necessarily true."
Their eyes gleamed with hunger as they looked at the children.
"You!!" The girl's expression changed dramatically.
Just then, a somewhat burly middle-aged man suddenly charged out of the ruins, swinging a wooden club at the group before him.
He roared, "Run! They've all turned into animals!!!"
Hunger had stripped them of their humanity.
"Uncle Tara!!" the little girl shouted.
"Run!!!" Tara knocked one person down with his club, but the others rushed him too. Alone, he was no match for them and was soon beaten to the ground.
The little girl gritted her teeth, turned, and ran with her younger brothers and sisters.
A blow from a club drew blood from the back of Tara's