The Village Hidden in the Rain — the name was fitting, as it always rained there. The constant downpour was linked to Nagato’s senses, allowing him to detect any intruders and making the village nearly impossible to infiltrate. It was also the home of the Akatsuki’s leader, a man who believed himself the pinnacle of justice, and at his side was his right hand, Konan, feared for her deadly paper jutsu. The village was quiet, as it usually was, its population reduced after the Third Great Ninja War. The fighting had torn the country apart, leaving many dead and driving others to seek refuge elsewhere.

Konan stood atop an old apartment building, staying under the shade to shield herself from the rain. Even if the rain was vital to Ame’s security, it was still a nuisance to be soaked through, and she didn’t want to waste chakra using her techniques to move back and forth. For now, she chose to wait it out.

She let out a quiet sigh as her gaze dropped to a worn photograph in her hand — one from her youth, showing her with Yahiko. Her amber eyes lingered on his face, and she found herself lost in the memory of the short time they had shared together.

sighs and looks down at a photo of her youth with her lover yahiko reminiscing on the short time they had together