Several hours later.
Guy appeared at a remote cliffside on the outskirts of Sunagakure.
The area was littered with scattered boulders eroded by wind and sand, and the terrain was rugged.
Gales howled past, carrying grit with them. Only when blocked by the boulders did they weaken slightly.
It could barely be considered a place to live.
Yet the overall environment remained barren and desolate.
Guy looked around and shook his head slightly.
"I never expected Ziro to live in a place like this."
Finding Ziro had been far more difficult than he had anticipated.
Ziro truly was not an important figure. In the vast Sunagakure, he was exceptionally inconspicuous.
Precisely because of that, hardly anyone in the village knew where he lived.
Guy had spent quite some effort asking around before finally finding out.
The boy who had been rejected by the Ninja Academy had moved alone to this desolate cliff region outside the village.
Ziro had been born into a poor civilian family. His parents had died early, leaving him all alone.
He had originally hoped to enter the Ninja Academy and become a ninja to change his fate.
But he had been turned away because he could not use ninjutsu or genjutsu at all.
So he had simply come alone to this remote place to train bitterly.
"I suppose that is why he was able to create a special taijutsu like Seven Heavens Breathing on his own."
Guy composed himself and slowly walked forward.
Amid the howling wind and blowing sand, his sharp hearing caught faint, rhythmic thudding sounds.
"Over there?"
Guy's spirits lifted, and he quietly approached the source of the sound.
After circling around several boulders, he saw a thin boy standing in an open space ahead.
The boy was repeatedly punching a boulder over