As she wandered around, she had more or less figured out the situation.
The ninja monitoring her from the shadows left after confirming that she was merely wandering around and posed no threat.
Cradling a paper bag of roasted sweet potatoes, she ate as she made her way to the meeting point agreed upon beforehand.
The so-called employer still had some information in hand.
However, even after the appointed time passed, no one came.
The other party had a strong sense of self-preservation.
Ringo stood up, bit into the roasted sweet potato, and walked down the street, taking in the scenery along the way.
The scenery she saw was transmitted through her eyes to her companions, but everyone felt differently.
Their vision could be shared, but their thoughts could not.
Ringo silently pondered her own thoughts.
Born a commoner, she had trained through hardship step by step to reach this point. What was it all for?
Those who had endured hunger would understand the pain of hunger.
"What a nice place."
Ringo spoke softly as she took another bite of the sweet potato.
Along the way, she had not seen even a single beggar. Everyone in the village wore simple, happy smiles.
From the small details, one could see the whole picture. The ruler was an extremely benevolent person.
The branches of the roadside trees were laden with all kinds of wild fruit.
She had heard that because of Wood Release, there was more than anyone could eat. Anyone could pick as much as they wanted, but individuals were forbidden from picking or wasting them on a large scale.
"Wonderful."
She had seen Wood Release before—a Ninjutsu meant purely for killing.
In her impression, it possessed the unique cruelty and shock of Ninjutsu. She had never imagined that Ninjutsu could