Shikamaru and the others followed Naruto and Sasuke, quickly cutting through the streets of Star City's northern district before racing along a railway line that stretched north.
As elites of Konoha's new generation, Shikamaru, Choji, Rock Lee, Tenten, Yakumo, and the other girls all had solid foundations in taijutsu.
Even Ino and Sakura, who looked the quietest and most refined, were not the least bit inferior once they started running. Their steps were light and steady, as if they were walking on level ground atop the railway tracks.
At first, everyone sped through the city. As they moved faster and faster, the surrounding skyscrapers gradually receded, turning into shorter, low-built houses. In the end, even those residential areas were left behind, and the view ahead suddenly opened up. A vast plain appeared before them.
The railway line stretched straight into the distance, with the boundless Nether River Plains on both sides.
This happened to be the autumn harvest season. Golden rice fields stretched as far as the eye could see, and in the fields and along the edges, farmers were busy at work. Some drove harvesting machines back and forth through the paddies, some bent over to bundle the harvested rice, and others dried grain on the ridges between fields.
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Some of the straw stripped of grain had been tied into bundles and neatly stacked beside the fields. Short stubble remained in the paddies—that was ratoon rice.
As Shikamaru ran, he occasionally looked back behind him.
The outline of the bustling metropolis of Star City was gradually receding, finally blending into the line of the horizon.
He withdrew his gaze and looked ahead.
Ahead lay even broader fields and scattered villages. Wisps of cooking