More than nine hundred meters above the ground, biting winds rushed at him, whipping his black hair and robes about. Uchiha Gen narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked down.
As far as the eye could see lay a green ocean. Rolling waves rose and fell within it—the green mountains—and the seawater was the endless forest. Its vibrant vitality truly refreshed the spirit.
This was the first time he had let Zhurong assume its complete form and pushed its flying ability nearly to the limit.
Back in Konoha, he had only occasionally ridden the dragon at low altitude through the forests, and even then, he had to do it in secret.
There had been even less opportunity to experience dragon flight on the battlefield. This was the most exhilarating time yet.
Though he was not flying with his own body, the feeling was still wonderful.
The only pity was that Zhurong could not fly any higher. It could only fly at low altitude, with a maximum height of one thousand meters above the ground. Zhurong was not a true dragon, after all.
Perhaps if he turned thunderclouds into Homies in the future, he could fly higher...
The crimson dragon shadow soared through the sky, choosing routes with cloud cover whenever possible to conceal itself. It was not flying especially fast, but it was not slow either, maintaining a speed of roughly 270 kilometers per hour—about the same as an ordinary helicopter.
Whenever they passed through clouds, Uchiha Gen would reach out to touch the white clouds in the sky, grinning like a child without the slightest semblance of a mature adult.
Then again, when one could truly fly into the sky and touch the clouds and mist, there probably was not much difference between adults and children.
On his first