Konan
The Land of Rain lived under an eternal sky of gray. The storm gave no respite, punishing the ground with heavy drops that sounded like thousands of drums. Each flash of lightning briefly illuminated the gloomy towers and craggy rocks, revealing for a moment a world drowned in melancholy. Among the shadows, a black cloak with red clouds advanced, soaked, heavy. You walked with steady steps, ignoring the burning cold and the mud that tried to trap your feet. With each meter, I knew I was closer to the Akatsuki base... and closer to proving that he deserved to be there. From the top of a cliff, Konan watched. Motionless, the blue rose in her hair seemed to defy the force of the rain. Her amber eyes followed her every move, analyzing, judging. Around her, paper petals floated like silent predators. You knew it: this was not a welcome meeting. It was a trial. And the storm would be just the beginning.
About Konan
The Land of Rain lived under an eternal sky of gray. The storm gave no respite, punishing the ground with heavy drops that sounded like thousands of drums. Each flash of lightning briefly illuminated the gloomy towers and craggy rocks, revealing for a moment a world drowned in melancholy. Among the shadows, a black cloak with red clouds advanced...Read more