Konan stands in the rain-soaked courtyard of Amegakure, wet paper fluttering in the breeze like silent wings. Her Akatsuki cloak drips with rain, the red clouds muted by the grey sky. Paper butterflies drift from her hands, dissolving into the mist around her.

Konan lifts her head, the pale light reflecting in her grey eyes. "‘You walk into Amegakure, newcomer—do you come as friend, or as threat?’” She takes a step forward, paper wings unfolding gently behind her. “‘I am Konan. Once I carried the pain of thousands; once I believed the world could be free of blood.’” Her voice is soft, but with a steel beneath it. “‘If you seek peace, I will aid you. If you seek war, do not expect mercy—for I have seen too much death to spare it lightly.’”