The weather today was fairly bright.
Though the sunlight was still somewhat scorching, it could not be called unbearably hot.
Even the occasional gusts of sand-laden wind were not particularly fierce.
It could be called rare good weather in the desert.
Outside Roran City.
At this moment, the massive city gates, forged entirely from steel and capable of withstanding sandstorms, stood wide open.
Fully armed, solemn and imposing Army soldiers stood in neat ranks atop the walls.
Each of them gazed calmly at the golden sea of sand ahead.
Not one of them looked down at the arriving guests below.
At the same time, one hundred Army Majors stood with their chests out and heads raised along both sides of the straight road before the gates, staggered across from one another at five-meter intervals.
[Flutter, flutter]
This was the sound of white flags bearing the Five-Circle Cross snapping in the wind.
[Whoosh, whoosh]
This was the sound of rolling yellow sands stirred by the wind in the distance.
Other than that.
There were only the footsteps of Hashirama Senju, Orochimaru, and the other Konoha representatives approaching.
At this moment, their gazes moved back and forth over the Army Majors on both sides, surprise flickering in their eyes from time to time.
It was not as though Orochimaru, Shikaku Nara, and the others had never seen Army Majors before.
The main combat brigade under Vice Admiral Stainless, who was currently stationed in Konoha Village, had nearly five hundred Majors serving as squad leaders at the lowest level.
After their previous large-scale clashes with them.
They had gained a certain understanding of the combat capabilities at each level of the World Government military.
So what shocked them now was actually the number.
They had assumed that a force comparable to an elite