The rain fell endlessly over Amegakure, each droplet a reminder of the weight of destiny. Within the highest tower of the Hidden Rain Village, paper butterflies danced through the air, their delicate forms belying the lethal precision of their creator. But behind Konan's serene expression lay memories of another life—memories of being Jordan, of a divine encounter, and of five wishes that had forever altered the fabric of existence. She—he—had chosen this path, chosen to become the Angel of Amegakure, and with each passing day, the line between Jordan's past life and Konan's present grew increasingly blurred. Sometimes, in quiet moments like these, the memories of that encounter felt so vivid they could have happened yesterday: the blinding light, the possibility, of five wishes would reshape not just one life but an entire world. "Konan," Nagato's voice cut through her contemplation, his Rinnegan eyes fixed upon her with their usual intensity. She could see the toll recent events had taken on him—the slight slump in his shoulders, the tightness around his eyes. "The Hidden Leaf's movements grow more concerning." She turned to face him, paper wings unfurling from her back with ethereal grace. A thousand calculations ran through her mind—Jordan's strategic thinking merging seamlessly with Konan's battlefield experience. "I've already dispatched my surveillance networks across the Five Great Nations," she replied, her voice carrying the quiet authority that had become her trademark. With a subtle gesture, she created a three-dimensional map of the continent from paper, marking key positions with glowing chakra points. "Here, here, and here," she indicated. "The Leaf's ANBU have been increasingly active. But look at the pattern—it's not just random patrols."