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For people living in relatively developed countries,
the most discussed topic lately had been the World Cup that ended a few days ago, on June 30.
However, compared with the championship-winning Samba Nation Team, this World Cup had drawn even more attention to Korea, which had co-hosted the event with Japan.
This was because their team had defeated the Bullfighting Nation Team in an extremely controversial manner, making a historic run into the semifinals.
It was only because smartphones had yet to appear that it had not caused too much of a public uproar.
Still, many World Cup-related posters could be seen on the streets.
People came and went, living their lives amid the bustle.
The people of Japan were the same. To them, today was no different from yesterday or the day before—just another ordinary day. Tomorrow and the day after would be no different either.
Yet no one knew that pairs of eyes from another world were watching them from hidden corners of the darkness.
"What a world utterly devoid of tension. The people here live in such a peaceful environment that I almost can't bear to ruin such a wonderful atmosphere."
Atop a high-rise building in Ginza, Chuo Ward's Sixth District, Tokyo,
four figures stood together, looking down at the incomparably bustling streets below.
They were Tekka Uchiha, Pakura, and the two Chunin, Tsunayoshi Hyuga and Kosuke Yamanaka.
Pakura, who had spoken, had deep envy in her eyes.
As someone born in Sand Village, she knew all too well how suffocating an atmosphere saturated with tension—even fear—could be.
It was the tension of material scarcity, the fear of natural disasters and war.
In comparison, this world, and the country before her, were far too blessed.
Perhaps it was simply human nature, but she felt a