Naruto Uchiha Rong Lin

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The Land of Rain—one of the most chaotic countries in the ninja world, possibly even the most chaotic of all.

"This weather is awful."

Upon reaching the border of the Land of Rain, it wasn’t just Shimura Oto and Haru Ame Yoru who felt irritated; even Rong Lin found it unpleasant. A drizzle persisted endlessly, occasionally intensifying into heavier rain. The sky remained perpetually gray, never revealing a glimpse of blue or the warmth of sunlight.

Living in such a wretched place, how could anyone not be poor?

There was nothing to sustain life here—no crops to rely on, no means of survival. Living in this land felt like an existence worse than death.

Rong Lin was grateful to have been born in Konoha rather than the Land of Rain. Even though he wasn’t particularly well-liked there, at least it was better than living here like a soulless husk.

"You’ll get used to it after a few days. The rain here seems endless. There are very few days in a year when it doesn’t rain."

Sakumo leapt onto a large tree, his blade flashing as he carved out a hollow in the trunk—just big enough for him to sit and rest. Seeing this, Rong Lin and the others froze. Did this mean they had to create their own resting spots too?

Due to constant heavy rains, the Land of Rain was filled with foul-smelling mud pits everywhere. Finding a suitable place to rest was difficult, making tree hollows a decent option.

But one had to pray that lightning wouldn’t strike the tree you were resting in during a thunderstorm.

"Mm." The three exchanged glances, nodded, and began working on their own hollows.

Sakumo’s weapon was a broken blade, which was also why he was often referred to by that name. As for Rong Lin and the others, they had to make do with kunai to carve out hollows in the tree trunks that were large enough for them to rest in.

Fortunately, the three had a natural advantage over Sakumo: their height.

For the first time, Rong Lin felt that having the body of a child wasn’t so bad. A small hollow was sufficient for him to sit and rest in, unlike Sakumo, who needed to find a much larger tree.

Thankfully, while this world lacked many things, trees were abundant. It wasn’t hard to find ones thick enough for their needs.

Hollows in trees provided shelter from the incessant rain as well as protection from venomous insects and snakes on the ground.

I hate the rain!!!

The entire night was spent inside the tree hollows. The next morning, the first reaction of Rong Lin and the others upon leaving their makeshift shelters was unanimous: Thank goodness it isn’t raining right now. At least they could catch a brief respite.

"The morning dry spell gives us some preparation time."

Sakumo gathered the three together and spoke seriously. "Once we enter the territory of the Land of Rain, I only have a few words for you. Unless absolutely necessary, avoid contact with the people here—they’re extremely xenophobic. Additionally, the shinobi of the Land of Rain excel in various forms of assassination."