"Mm... I don't know yet."
In the mountain wind blowing from above, the loose black robe embroidered with silver moons fluttered and snapped loudly. From the darkness beneath the wide hood came that calm voice.
"Uh..."
The black-clad figure, who wore the same black clothes embroidered with silver moons and had been half-crouching, withdrew his head from where he had been peering out. At his companion's words—who had originally been in front of him but was now behind him—he turned back for a glance, seemingly at a loss for words.
"Then why did you drop everything, take such a huge risk, and rush all the way to Konoha in such a panic?"
Then, filled with strong confusion, the crouching man in black spoke.
"Perhaps... I just wanted to see the place where he once lived."
Hearing that, the standing man in black slowly walked forward to the edge of the cliff. He looked down at the platforms atop the four Hokage Rock Faces, then at the vast village stretching as far as the eye could see, every corner marked by the lives of Konoha's people, and spoke lightly.
"Yeah! I never expected the Konoha he lived in to be such a vast place. It's nice. Compared to Konoha, our village looks far too small."
The half-crouching man in black spoke with feeling.
"Mm... I just wonder whether the people in this village are all like him."
The standing man spoke.
"Oh? Could it be that you came all this way specifically to confirm whether Konoha is trustworthy?"
The crouching man sensed something keenly and asked.
"Of course, its trustworthiness needs to be investigated. Even if I trust Konoha, Konoha may not trust me."
The standing man replied casually. At the same time, beneath his hood, his head tilted up slightly,