Another autumn had arrived. The autumn wind swept through, and the branches shed their leaves.
But Konoha was still as lively as spring, with luxuriant branches and flourishing leaves.
There was no helping it. It had been given far too much nourishment and had evolved into an entirely new species.
Only in the dense Konoha Forest outside the village could one feel even a trace of autumn's chill.
The fiery-red leaves spread across the mountains, stretching endlessly into the distance and forming a sea of trees that looked like flames. From afar, it seemed as though the flames were burning.
Just as the saying went, wherever leaves danced, fire would never die.
The flames would continue to illuminate the village and make new leaves sprout.
Nearly half a year had passed since the end of the Third Ninja World War. With the momentum of thunder and the force of autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, Konoha had pacified the entire Shinobi World.
Lasting peace had arrived, and everyone could clearly feel the peaceful rhythm of daily life.
It was an ordinary life without turbulence, yet everywhere it carried a miraculous quality—ordinary, but also extraordinary.
"Ma-ma-ma-ma." She suddenly began stammering, her face filled with reserved embarrassment and nervousness. Looking at the gentle smile before her, the young red-haired girl blushed and stammered, "Marriage!?"
"Yes." The blond man answered decisively.
He knelt on one knee and took out a ring.
Minato and Little Hot Pepper.
"Suddenly, what are you talking about?"
"We're not that young anymore." Minato said, "I have to give you an answer eventually, right?"
"Mm." She suddenly became tongue-tied. The usually bold and fiery girl lowered her head shyly, her eyes full of affection, then extended her hand and said, "Then put it on me."
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