Shinobi World No. 1.
Spring, Konoha Year 47.
Shallow Sea, eastern Land of Rain.
The rain of the Land of Rain finally grew sparse when it reached this stretch of sea. Beneath the gray sky, a broad expanse of shallow water lay still, its waters the leaden gray peculiar to the Land of Rain, with visibility of only a few meters. Continuous reefs and sand covered the seabed; the shallowest points were only three to five meters deep, and even the deepest were barely over ten meters. There were no fishing villages here, no shipping lanes. It was the most desolate coastline in the Land of Rain.
Toyotomi Yinglang walked across the waves. His moon-white Kariginu fluttered gently in the sea breeze, his bare feet sending faint rings of ripples across the water with every step. Nagato, Yahiko, and Konan followed behind him, treading on the water with the chakra each had gathered, their eyes fixed on their teacher's back.
Their teacher had suddenly said he wanted to visit the sea. Without explanation or elaboration, he had simply led them across the wilderness of the Land of Rain to this deserted stretch of shallow water.
Toyotomi Yinglang stopped. He lowered his head and looked at the sea beneath his feet, where the wind stirred tiny waves across the lead-gray water. His Immortal Mangekyō Sharingan slowly activated. Within his crimson eyes, the spiral pattern in his left and the Triangular Blade Pattern in his right appeared simultaneously, turning slowly. An indescribable sense of pressure spread from him-not the oppressive force of the Color of the Supreme King, but pure eye power compressed to its utmost limit.
"Susanoo."
His voice was soft. Dark purple chakra surged from his body, but it formed no bones, muscles, or armor, nor did it become a