A light drizzle fell, and the Land of Rain remained as gloomy as ever.
Heavy, leaden storm clouds pressed down, wrapping the sky in an airtight shroud. The oppressive gloom filled the heart with desolation, as if all hope and warmth in the world had been swallowed by the haze, leaving only boundless depression and loneliness spreading wildly through the curtain of rain.
Looking down at Nagato, Yahiko, and Konan sprawled on the ground, Hanzo wore a triumphant, cruel grin. He slowly raised his weapon, which gleamed with a chilling light, preparing to deliver the fatal blow.
Chapter 253