To ordinary people, the vast Shinobi World existed only as a concept. They would most likely spend their entire lives within their own country.
They were not ninja, so they could only honestly endure the hardships of travel to reach the places they wished to go.
The rise of the hidden villages.
Did not actually affect them all that much.
Only the new thing known as the Konoha Daily allowed them a glimpse of the wonders of the ninja world.
A Tailed Beast had been captured.
At most, it earned a comment at the village entrance: "That's amazing."
All the hidden villages had united.
Hmm.
These ninja really knew how to stir things up.
The nobles were going to be abolished!
Now they could no longer sit still.
An inconspicuous village in the Land of Fire lay shrouded in the deep twilight. Bonfires blazed along its streets, sparkling like starlight as they illuminated every face and kindled the burning flames in their eyes.
Wen Cun walked at the very front with steady, resolute steps, leading the people behind him toward the most luxurious estate in the village.
Firelight shone upon the towering gates and gilded beams and painted rafters, which gleamed brilliantly in extravagant splendor.
Holding his torch aloft, Wen Cun climbed to the highest step and looked down at the villagers below.
Countless torches reflected one another's glow. The blazing fire dragons raised by the crowd drove back the twilight, illuminating faces weathered by hardship and toil.
Wen Cun had chakra within him. He had mastered every hand seal, yet he could not transform chakra into a "jutsu."
He had gone to Konoha Hidden Village to seek an explanation.
Based on his unusual circumstances, Konoha's ninja had studied him carefully and ultimately concluded that he lacked the talent to