Border of the Land of Waterfalls and the Land of Fire.
The four from Takigakure moved quickly. In just a few hours, they had already reached the border.
Of course, that was also because their country was small.
"Mm-hm-hm... doo-doo-doo..."
Fū had been in a great mood the entire way, humming an unfamiliar tune under her breath.
She looked as though she were heading off to live the good life.
A pair of small wings sprouted from Fū's back as she flew low through the air.
There was no one in this desolate wilderness anyway, so flying was better than hopping around on the ground.
Shibuki, meanwhile, looked deeply worried.
Seeing him like that, Fū flew circles around Shibuki and said, "Oh, why the long face? Takigakure is great, but you can't stop everyone from pursuing a better life, Village Chief."
"Fū, have you really made up your mind?"
Shibuki said in a deep voice, "What will you do if Konoha wants to extract the Tailed Beast?"
Fū swayed back and forth twice, completely unconcerned. "Of course I have. Konoha even has a Nine-Tails Jinchuriki. Why would they be interested in a Tailed Beast like me?"
"The Seven-Tails has done nothing inside me except restrict my freedom."
"I don't want to live like this anymore!"
Kagen and Yōrō exchanged a glance. They understood her well enough.
Only during the Second Shinobi World War had the previous generation's Seven-Tails Jinchuriki fought to protect the village.
That had been because the war was deadlocked, and certain forces coveted the power of the Tailed Beasts.
Takigakure's Seven-Tails Jinchuriki back then had been from the previous generation. Nearly twenty years had passed since then.
They could actually be considered part of the new generation of jonin.
Those things had happened when they were children.