Hearing the name "Konoha," Ranwu stopped being angry. She was just a little... bewildered.
Konoha was her daughter?
Ranwu did not know how Miroku had reached that conclusion, but she trusted that her own judgment was right.
After all, Konoha did not just look like Ranwu. From her chakra nature to her physical gifts, traces of Ranwu were evident in her as well.
In fact, before she awakened her Sharingan, there had been very little sign of Akaseki's contribution...
Ranwu turned to look at Miroku again.
Miroku was about the same age as Ranwu and Akaseki. Ranwu had to admit that she was beautiful, and unlike the rough-and-ready ninja, hers was a beauty of fair skin and delicate features.
Her long, pale yellow hair and silver-gray eyes looked serene and natural against her fair skin.
But...
What did that have to do with Konoha?
Besides, Ranwu was certain that she herself had chosen the name "Konoha."
Thus, Ranwu was ninety-or even eighty-percent sure that the "fragment" Miroku had seen had been misleadingly excerpted, causing her to misunderstand certain things.
"Could you have misunderstood? Could Konoha actually be my daughter?" Ranwu helpfully pointed out.
"No one can defy fate," Miroku said sympathetically, listening to Ranwu's attempt to console herself.
Apparently, she was already convinced that Ranwu was the loser in this affair.
Hearing that, Ranwu could not be bothered with her anymore!
June 14.
Traveling through the starry nights in Uchiha Clan fashion, the entire party crossed the vast territory of the Land of Wind and reached its southwest three days ahead of schedule!
Though it was swampland, after seven or eight straight days of trekking through the desert, even the marshes looked lovely.
For Yomi and Miroku, it felt as comforting as coming home.
They were already at the