That night, seven o'clock, before the boundary marker of Konoha.
"Lord Fourth Kazekage, up ahead is Konoha's territory. We can rest for a while before setting out again."
Looking at the boundary marker engraved with the words Konoha, Chiba turned around and spoke to the Fourth Kazekage and his four companions, whose faces showed clear signs of fatigue.
"Ah, Lord Chiba, roughly how much farther is it to Konoha?"
The Fourth Kazekage slightly straightened his somewhat disheveled clothes, then glanced at the four people behind him, who were already breathing hard. A trace of a sigh flickered through his eyes before he turned back and asked.
So he really is a rising star second only to the Golden Flash?
Among our group, only I can keep up with his speed. The others can only barely follow.
And judging by the look of him, he still has plenty to spare. In terms of endurance and speed, I am probably far inferior to him.
The gap is simply too great!
Konoha...
It seems I can only...
His heart was exceptionally heavy. He could not help but begin considering something he should not have considered.
The journey had struck him too deeply. This boy, barely more than ten years old, had accelerated all the way here, turning what should have been a two-day journey at normal speed into a single day. And after moving that quickly, he did not even gasp when he landed. Even he, the Kazekage, had needed a few breaths after landing before his breathing evened out.
Clearly, although he could still keep up in speed, he had already fallen completely behind in terms of endurance.
The strength of the boy before him had truly overturned his understanding of what someone of that age should be capable of.
Such endurance