Sasuke entered the village. There was only one main road, lined on both sides with two- and three-story Western-style buildings. It seemed the people here lived quite well. Before he had gone far, Sasuke spotted an inn. He pushed open the door and entered. An elderly man with white hair sat behind the counter. The moment he saw Sasuke come in, he hurriedly called out, "Welcome!" He was probably the owner?
"I need a room. I'm not sure how long I'll be staying. What do you need?" Sasuke asked.
"Oh, are you a ninja? I'll need identification for registration, as well as a one-month deposit. Do you have any requirements for the room?" the old man asked briskly. He had apparently received quite a few ninja before.
"Here is my identification, and this is the deposit for one month. I want your best room." Sasuke had not considered keeping a low profile. As a Konoha ninja staying here, that was impossible. After all, the guard had just said there were quite a few Kumogakure ninja around.
"Certainly. The fifth floor is our highest floor, and the rooms there are our best. Please take your key. Room 501. Would you like a meal?"
"No, thank you. I'd like to go out and look around later." Sasuke shook his head. Having just arrived, he needed to familiarize himself with the surroundings first. He might be staying for a long time, so it was best to get acquainted with the place. Sasuke took the key and headed upstairs, but as soon as he reached the second floor, he ran into two ninja coming down. Their Forehead Protectors clearly marked them as Kumogakure ninja. Each side kept to their own path, but after they passed each other, one of the Kumogakure ninja looked back