Those Who Are Starving to Death Are No Different from Livestock

Amegakure, shrouded beneath a curtain of rain, was dotted with several towering spires. At the top of the tallest tower, a scar-faced Rain Shinobi arrived. Looking at the silent iron door before him, anger still lingered on the scar-faced Rain Shinobi's face as he raised his hand and pounded heavily on it. Knock, knock! Knock! "Yoshitaka?" Before long, an aged voice sounded from within. It seemed to ask and answer itself. "Come in." The scar-faced man called Yoshitaka froze for a moment.