Few years after the revolution of Iwagakure irrigated every nick and corner of the Land of Earth with the promise of new and better times, it was snuffed away in Otogakure. It took two days for the word to reach the population and the tall stone towers echoed with bitter silence. Friends and foes of the first non-shinobi to ever stand atop a Hidden Village gritted their teeth and clenched their fists, some because of the loss, but most due to what they feared would come next. And indeed, long before his remains could be sent over to be given a proper burial, the men of the north were already in control. The sandcastle they had so desperately build and tried to uphold finally gave in against the relentless push of the sea and water ebbed over their walls, leaving nothing untouched.