"At this rate, we'll reach Iwagakure tomorrow." The Jonin in the convoy unfolded a map.
He looked up at the sky, then turned and shouted, "Pick up the pace! If we go any slower, it'll be dark. I know a good place ahead to make camp. We'll stay there tonight."
"Yes, sir!" a middle-aged man hurriedly replied. He was not a ninja from Iwagakure, but a mercenary sent by a noble of the Land of Earth. Even among ordinary people, he was considered a rare expert. He usually handled matters such as purchasing supplies outside.
As the orders were passed down layer by layer, the convoy's speed suddenly increased. At the rear of the convoy, two figures in yellow robes slowly followed beside the last cart.
The Land of Earth was a hilly region, second only to the Land of Lightning in elevation. In addition, the entire country had few trees, and the wind and sand were fierce. This was a different sort of sandstorm from the deserts of the Land of Wind. When it blew, the heavens and earth turned a bleak yellow, making travel extremely difficult. Thus, robes that covered even the head were not uncommon.
Upon hearing the order to speed up, the two also quickened their pace slightly. Seeing no one nearby, the person on the left suddenly spoke. He looked like an ordinary man, but his voice was that of a delicate young woman. "Sis, do you think we're getting close to Iwagakure?"
The other turned her head slightly to glance at him. She, too, had the very ordinary appearance common in the Land of Earth. In a low voice, she said, "Don't shout nonsense. This mission is important—it was assigned directly by the master. If you ruin it, I definitely won't let you off