Before coming here, he and his companions had already gained a certain understanding of this world and knew that the timelines of the two worlds were basically the same.
However, when they actually set foot on this land, everything they saw was completely different from what they had imagined.
The village before them looked extremely run-down, with crude houses and narrow, muddy streets.
The occasional passerby wore shabby clothes, their faces tired and haggard.
Seeing this caused pain in their hearts, and they began to feel sad. Was this really the Hidden Mist Village?
Wasn't it supposed to be the most prosperous place in the Land of Water apart from the capital?
The people from the Third Army who had come to the Hidden Mist Village couldn't help but feel puzzled.
"Is this still our country? Why does it look even poorer than those historical ruins within the Empire?"
Chojuro muttered to himself.
He couldn't understand such a huge contrast, and his heart was filled with confusion and unease.
They had originally expected to see a prosperous and vibrant village, but reality was so disappointing.
Chojuro fell into deep thought, pondering the reason for this disparity.
Perhaps it was the devastation of war, perhaps the unequal distribution of resources, or perhaps some other unknown factor had led to this result.
Regardless, the scene before him made him deeply realize that this world was not as beautiful as they had hoped.
At that moment, Chojuro felt an unprecedented sense of mission surge into his heart.
Bang, bang, bang!
No heavy knocking sounded.
Instead, there came the sound of a somewhat harsh and rickety door being struck.
The person inside took a long time before cautiously coming out.
Chojuro nodded at the two teammates beside him, after which they tacitly went to