With a dump like this, no wonder a mere rogue jonin could stir up a rebellion with a few Rain Ninja. It was practically playing house.
Moisture clung to the roads and buildings. The ground was laid with sand and earth, soaked year-round in mist, soft underfoot but not muddy.
There was barely anything that could pass for a gate at the village entrance.
Waterfall Shinobi stood guard there, though they were dozing.
Lu You did not enter through the main gate. He was not here on a state visit.
He vaulted over the railing at the side and entered the village directly, with ease.
There were few people in the village. Occasionally, villagers passed by or ninja patrolled, but they were all relaxed, as if the Shinobi World War outside had nothing to do with them.
Even Iwagakure using their country as a transit route would not affect their lives.
This was a secluded paradise.
Its population was sparse, and so were its ninja, but it produced plenty of jonin, even elite jonin.
Many people might have had no impression of this ninja village, or remembered only the slender, dark-skinned waist of Fu, the Seven-Tails Jinchuriki, but it had actually produced quite a few powerful figures.
The Akatsuki bounty hunter Kakuzu and the Human Path among the Six Paths of Pain both came from Takigakure.
Avoiding the main paths, he moved between the buildings and soon approached a building that was clearly sturdier and more luxurious than the rest.
Its roof had orange tiles, and its door was thick. It stood two stories taller than the surrounding houses, with ninja guarding the entrance, making it even more conspicuous.
"Could you make it any more obvious you're hiding something? Well, well."
Lu You silently reached the second floor and touched