Birth of the Three Sannin

Konoha, Year 20. Late autumn.

The mountains were already covered in orange and yellow. Birds chirped among the trees, busy alongside all manner of animals. Winter would arrive before long, and they had to prepare for the harsh season ahead. This was their last chance.

Shin held out his hand. A fallen leaf, mixed with several droplets of water, drifted down. An autumn rain had fallen last night, and the weather was cool now.

Yet he liked this kind of weather. Rain could calm a person, and the sound of rain striking banana leaves had always been pleasant.

Uzumaki Mito lay on a bamboo recliner not far behind him, holding a ninja novel she had read before. In this season, she wore only a simple white gauze dress, but her strength was considerable, so she had no need to deliberately ward off the cold.

She had bought the novel during their last trip to Konoha's shopping streets. Peace truly could give rise to many things. In the Warring States Period, no one would have written something meant merely for entertainment like this. Even if they had, there would have been no market for it.

She had actually read it several times already, yet Mito still liked it.

From Shin's perspective, this ninja-biography-style novel was hardly of a high standard. Besides, computers had yet to appear, and everything depended entirely on handwriting, so naturally the pace could not be fast. Each new book generally took more than half a year to come out.

Mito had complained to him about this many times. Thinking about it now, it was rather amusing—somewhat like urging an author to update in later generations.

Most of these novels were based on real-life ninja, while truly fictional ones were few. The current bestseller in Konoha was perhaps