Chapter 32
The Land of Rain sat quietly at the crossroads of Earth, Fire, and Wind. Surrounded by natural barriers and soaked in endless rain, the small country seemed cut off from the rest of the world—forgotten, yet enduring.
Amegakure stood in the middle of it all, a metallic city cloaked in mist and grief. Cold statues greeted travelers at the village entrance, their solemn expressions only growing heavier under the unceasing drizzle. The rain had become a symbol of this place: eternal, gray, and full of memories that refused to fade.
Naruto stood silently on the surface of the lake, cloaked and masked, his eyes locked onto the distant skyline of towers and pipes piercing the clouds. The wet wind clung to his clothes. The droplets hit his face like quiet reminders—of promises once made, and of the guilt still lingering in his chest.
He once told Konan that if he ever became Hokage, he would bring peace to this village. That he would not forget Yuyin.
But he had. Or at least, the Naruto from that timeline had. In the future he remembered, Amegakure had fallen into ruin. The shell organization had infiltrated it, corrupted it, turned it into yet another lab of inhuman experiments and soulless tools. Even after their defeat—even after the fall of Isshiki and Code—Yuyin never recovered. The rain never stopped. And eventually, it disappeared from history altogether.
Not this time.
This time, Naruto would repay what he owed. This village would not be left behind. This rain would not wash away hope.
He made a silent vow: From now on, Amegakure will be my second home. And I, Uzumaki Naruto, will give my life to protect it.
Konan, Kisame, and Orochimaru stood nearby but didn't speak. They could sense the quiet weight in Naruto's posture, a strange kind of resolve that felt deeper than words. It wasn't the intensity of a warrior—more like the calm of someone who had made peace with the storm.
When they entered the village, there was no fanfare. No welcome. No formal announcement.
But everywhere they walked, the villagers—both civilians and shinobi alike—bowed their heads to Konan. Respectfully. Reverently. She was still their Angel, the messenger of the god they once followed. To them, she was a living relic of the era of Pain.
And the man walking beside her—the stranger in the cloak with the golden hair and single visible eye—sparked cautious whispers.
"Could that be Lord Pain?"
"No... it can't be. Lord Pain would never show himself like this."
"Then who is he?"
"Why would Lady Angel bring outsiders into the village?"
"I trust her... if it was Lord Pain's will, then it must be okay."
Naruto heard every murmur. Felt every suspicious glance. He chuckled softly under his breath.
"Must've been hell for the pervy sage when he came here to spy," he muttered, remembering Jiraiya's infiltration years ago.
Konan nodded. "Yuyin is isolated. After Pain defeated Hanzo and unified the region, the people began to see him as a god. Anyone who questioned that... simply disappeared."
"Before that," she continued, "there were actually two Rain Villages—one belonging to the Land of Rain, the other to the Land of Rivers. Pain's rule merged the two. What you see now is the product of that unification."
She turned to Naruto. "Nagato is gone now. I want to support you as Yuyin's next leader."
Naruto was quiet for a moment. "It's not time yet," he said. "I don't belong here. Not really. I'm just... borrowing this place, for now. Rushing into a title won't help anyone. Especially not you, Konan-senpai."
Konan's expression softened. "You're right. The truth always surfaces. Eventually, people will realize that Pain is gone. But if we play this wisely, if you build your name here slowly... then when the time comes, no one will question it."
They left the residential area and headed deeper into the village. The architecture became colder, more industrial. Pipes ran like spiderwebs along buildings of steel and stone. Strange religious carvings covered the walls—remnants of the ideology Nagato had left behind.
To Naruto, it felt... oddly familiar.
"Maybe it's the memories from the future," he thought. "But something about this place feels like it matches my soul."
He looked to the tallest tower in the distance. It pierced the clouds like a needle.
"That's the one, right? The tower Payne used to live in?"
Konan followed his gaze. "Yes. He used to stand at the top, watching over the village. That was also the site of Akatsuki's high council meetings."
She paused. "That tower is marked."
Naruto turned his head slightly. "You mean Obito?"
"Yes," Konan said, her tone colder now. "That man... the one who claimed to be Madara. He uses a space-time jutsu tied to his Sharingan. I've spent years studying it. He doesn't just mark people—he marks places. That tower is one of his anchor points."
Naruto's eyes narrowed. "So it's like Kamui stores the coordinates in space... while my Flying Thunder God stores it on objects. Mine's safer."
Konan turned and pointed north. "That's why I'm abandoning the tower. We'll use the spare one in the northern sector. Come."
The four of them arrived at a wide-open lot surrounded by dormant machinery. With a single hand seal, Konan pressed her palm to the ground.
Rumble...
With a roar of shifting metal and steam, a massive tower slowly rose from beneath the earth, followed by several sub-towers. Rain washed down its sides as if it had never left.
Soaked but smiling faintly, Konan stood tall. "This is our new base. Our new beginning."
Naruto gave her a nod of approval. "It's perfect."
"We've been on the road for too long," Konan suggested. "Let's rest tonight and talk strategy in the morning."
Naruto looked at the others. "That okay with you two?"
Kisame shrugged. "No complaints here."
Orochimaru licked his lips, amused. "I'll take whatever floor doesn't creak."
"Alright then," Naruto said, flipping his cloak and stepping into the tower. "Let's settle in."
The interior was much larger than it looked from outside. Nine stories high. The first six floors were filled with corridors and rooms. The seventh was locked off.
As they ascended the stairs, Konan turned. "Kisame, Orochimaru—choose any room on floors one through six. But don't go to the seventh floor without permission."
Kisame stopped on the second floor. "This one smells like mold. My kind of place."
Orochimaru chuckled and slithered into the fourth. "Lovely acoustics."
Konan and Naruto continued to the seventh.
There, only three rooms had been constructed, side by side.
"Which room do you want?" Konan asked.
"Which one's yours?"
"I'll take the one next to you," she said simply. "That way, I can check on you if needed."
Naruto gave a rare smile. "Then I'll take the middle."
"Alright," she replied. "I'll take the innermost one. If it's not too strange for you..."
Naruto pulled off his mask, revealing a face too young for the weight it carried.
"No. I've been sleeping in caves for years. A bed feels like a luxury."
Konan smiled. "There won't be any more cave nights, Naruto. Welcome to your new home—Yuyin Village."
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