Naruto: The Savior of the Shinobi World is a Liar?

While the villagers of Konoha were admiring this year's first snow.

The Land of Rain was still filled with the endless monotonous sound of rain, the clouds in the leaden gray sky were thick and low, like a huge shroud, firmly covering this land, refusing to let out a single ray of sunlight, extremely stingy.

However, compared to the drizzle of the past few days, the rain at this moment had become cold and continuous, as if it was going to wash the Land of Rain into the mud.

Only homeless stray dogs huddled in the corner, gnawing on something, not knowing what they were eating.

Pat… pat…

Seeming to hear something, the stray dogs alertly pricked up their ears and bared their teeth, looking towards the misty rain.

In the distance, in a desolate scene, several figures stepped on puddles and ran out of the rain, their faces under the raincoats illuminated by the light.

Hatake Kakashi, the leader, suddenly raised his hand, and the others behind him stopped in unison.

"We have entered the Land of Rain, everyone must hide their identities well."

Hatake Kakashi's gaze swept over Hyuga Kumo, who was standing in the middle of the team, and reminded him, "Next, we will go to places where people gather to collect intelligence. Remember, listen more and talk less."

Hyuga Kumo naturally knew that this Kakashi-senpai was reminding him, and nodded solemnly in response.

"Disperse."

With Hatake Kakashi's order, the team split into groups of three and dispersed, each going to collect intelligence.

Hyuga Kumo continued to stay by Kakashi's side, as instructed by Sarutobi Hiruzen. To some extent, this was also a kind of protection.

The four of them, including him and Kakashi, infiltrated the capital of the Land of Rain, and during the whole process, they did not attract anyone's attention or vigilance, and no one looked at them because of their dress and behavior.

Because there were very few pedestrians on the street, and even those who were there were mostly in a hurry, wrapped in dark raincoats and with their heads lowered, walking through the rain like ghosts.

Most of these people exuded a kind of numbness and vigilance honed by hardship. Occasionally, Rain Village ninja wearing peculiar gas masks and dark uniforms could be seen. Hyuga Kumo and the others were hidden in the crowd, with no difference that would attract attention.

This was Hyuga Kumo's first time in the Land of Rain, and his eyes, hidden under the hood, looked around.

As far as the eye could see, there was a forest of steel, with pipes of varying thicknesses climbing on top of buildings also made of steel.

These buildings were not like ordinary houses, but structures with distinct edges and corners full of welding marks, with small windows, revealing a gloomy atmosphere that kept people away.

The rain flowed down the cold metal surface, gathering in the rusty grooves into murky streams, which eventually flowed into the ubiquitous puddles on the ground.

The entire city seemed like a huge industrial ruin, soaked in the rain, crying out in silent pain.

Dark gray sky, dark brown steel, turbid puddles, pedestrians in dark clothes…

"This place is actually the capital of the Land of Rain."

Looking at the world where all the colors had been washed away by the rain, Hyuga Kumo said softly with a deep tone and a gleam in his eyes.

It was simply the complete opposite of the prosperity of Konoha and the Land of Fire.

Hatake Kakashi naturally heard his words, but only glanced at him with the corner of his eye before looking away.

Pity?

What a naive junior.

Ding-a-ling.

Kakashi pushed open the door and entered a tavern, the copper bell on the door rang, and the water vapor on the glass slid down, leaving only a few damp marks.

Hyuga Kumo followed behind him, and as soon as he entered, he smelled the strong mixture of water vapor, rust, and alcohol in the air.

The rain not only shaped the environment here, but seemed to have penetrated into the soul of the country.

Kakashi and the others sat down in a seat near the window. This position not only allowed them to observe the situation outside, but also allowed them to escape instantly if they found anything unusual.

"Boss, another drink!"

"Hah! Awesome!"

In front of a table in the distance, several men dressed as ninja were drinking heavily, and no one was sitting near them, all avoiding them.

Clearly, they were Rain Village ninja. Hatake Kakashi's dead fish eyes narrowed slightly, carefully listening to what they were saying.

"Ah, my wife has been complaining again recently."

The scarred ninja took a sip of wine, exhaled the fumes of alcohol, and sighed, "She always says that the amount of food distributed recently has been getting less and less, and at this rate, we won't be able to make ends meet. She asked me what to do."

Bang! He slammed his glass on the table and cursed, "What to do? How the hell would I know what to do!"

"That's true." The long-haired ninja's expression was also not very good. "And the price of food is rising faster and faster now. The price has doubled directly."

Ninja don't engage in production. For ninja during wartime, money is also very important, but what's even more important is food to fill their stomachs.

For the Land of Rain, where agriculture is almost non-existent, food is an extremely precious and important resource.

As for where the food distributed to the ninja comes from?

Of course, it comes from the distribution of the Land of Rain Daimyo. If there is a war and trade is cut off, and at the same time they lose the support of the Daimyo, then the Rain Village can be said to be struggling.

So, where does the food of the Land of Rain Daimyo come from?

No one cares.

Even if they know that it comes from the civilians of the Land of Rain.

"Have you heard?" Someone lowered his voice and said, "The Land of Fire has declared war on the Land of Lightning. Is it because of this reason?"

As soon as these words came out, the voices of the few people suddenly became quiet. Finally, the long-haired ninja hesitated and said, "It shouldn't have much to do with our Rain Village, after all, that's how it was in the Third Shinobi World War…"

"Tch, bullshit it has nothing to do with us."

Before he could finish speaking, the scarred ninja, as if drunk, interrupted directly and cursed in a low voice: "The reason why we weren't affected in the Third Shinobi World War was because of that Hanzō-sama, but he hasn't shown his face for so long. He's been hiding, who knows if he's dead… uh uh"

Hearing this, the expressions of the few people present changed instantly, and they reached out and covered his mouth.

"Shut up!"

"Are you looking to die!"

"If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"

The few people couldn't help but scold in a low voice.

However, it was uncertain who was really angry at him for scolding Hanzō, and who was shocked and angered by his bold words.

The scarred ninja sobered up and realized what he had said, and his face turned pale.

The Rain Village also had "Anbu." If these words were heard by the Anbu ninja, even if he didn't die, he would still lose a layer of skin.

In fear, the scarred ninja subconsciously turned his head to look around, and then he saw a pair of dead fish eyes that hadn't had time to look away.

"What are you looking at! Dead fish eyes! What are you looking at?"

He stood up suddenly with anger, and the passing bartender was so frightened that he couldn't hold the tray in his hand, and several glasses of wine fell on the floor.

Clatter! Clatter! The harsh sound and his baleful aura instantly suppressed the entire tavern, and all the customers present fell silent.

The customers who frequented these kinds of places knew what would happen next, but unless there was a real conflict, ninja would generally not attack civilians easily, so they just looked at the table of four people by the window with sympathetic and pitying eyes.

They could really only count themselves unlucky.

It was better to say that the scarred ninja was frightened and angered after being guilty rather than angry.

"..."

Hyuga Kumo, who had been looking down the whole time, not using his eyes to look, slightly turned his head and looked at Hatake Kakashi "senpai" with dead fish eyes beside him.

Seemingly understanding the meaning in Hyuga Kumo's eyes, Hatake Kakashi couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

He didn't expect that the mistake would be made by him, the senior.

However, now was not the time to dwell on who made the mistake.

Because the scarred Rain Village ninja had already walked over aggressively.

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