After Nagato died, the rain in Amegakure stopped for a time for reasons unknown. For a closed-off village, Konan had actually governed it very well, at least far better than Hanzō had.
As they walked along Amegakure's streets, people bustled around them, commerce flourished, and the villagers wore smiles. There were no beggars or people without adequate clothing. If there was any difference between them and the people of other villages, it was perhaps a little more numbness and a little less vitality.
Konan had not said anything along the way.
Now that they had reached the village, Anyo could not help asking, "Konan, you're Amegakure's actual leader. All we need is your agreement. You specifically asked me to come along because you have something to say to me, don't you?"
"Yes, but we aren't there yet." With a trace of sadness, Konan asked, "Teacher, don't you even have time to take a walk with me?"
"Of course I do. Actually, walking through these streets and seeing an Amegakure so different from how it was during the war moves me deeply." Anyo praised her. "The way a village is governed reveals its leader's mindset. Konan, you must have an incredibly gentle heart."
Konan suddenly stopped and stared straight at Anyo. "Teacher, do you really think so?"
"Yes," Anyo said firmly.
"Perhaps you've misjudged me." Konan gave a faint smile. "This is a critical moment in realizing your dream. I really shouldn't waste too much of your time. Teacher, just come with me to one last place."
With that, Konan turned into sheets of paper and drifted away on the wind through the street.
Anyo had already sensed something. He sighed and followed.
It was a cave, just large enough to shelter them from the rain, with many stone pillars inside