The next day, Kiba and Akamaru got up early and ran and leaped through the woods, frolicking to their hearts' content. Kiba called this kind of morning training a walk.
Shino observed how the insects here differed from those around Konoha. Apparently, understanding insect habits helped increase his strength.
Hinata wore a black, form-fitting training outfit and practiced a set of Gentle Fist outside—something she did every day—before returning to help Kushina prepare breakfast.
When it came to diligence in training, Team 8 was no worse than Team 7.
Kakashi crawled out of his tent and let out a huge yawn. He had accidentally spent half the night reading again, but thankfully he had not stayed up until dawn and could still manage.
Meanwhile, Sakura was feeling rather dejected. She shared a tent with Hinata, and she had seen everything clearly when Hinata blushed and put on that figure-hugging training outfit.
No matter how hard Sakura thought about it, she could not understand it. They were both thirteen years old, and Sakura was even nine months older than Hinata. Why was the difference so huge? The method Master Tsunade had taught her was not working at all either...
No one understood a young girl's sorrow. After packing up, the group continued on their journey and did not reach the border between the Land of Fire and the Land of Bears until evening.
Kakashi raised a hand, signaling everyone to stop. "Hell Valley is ahead. It's filled with poisonous gas, so we can't enter carelessly."
Naruto looked ahead. There was an almost sheer cliff, with Poison Mist filling the valley below. Its depth was hard to judge, while its width was nearly a hundred meters.
The most impatient one, Kiba, jumped out and asked, "Then how do we get across?"
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