Eye of the Oasis

Aoba paused, then recalled, "It was... the will of a ninja?"

"Right."

Asuma nodded, his gaze softening. "The will of a ninja isn't just courage in battle. It's patience and perseverance in the face of the unknown.

"It's all right if you can't feel the wind yet. What matters is that you're willing to try.

"The desert will teach you, as long as you're willing to learn."

Aoba lowered his head and fell silent for a moment, warmth rising in his chest.

Asuma was more than his captain. He was like an elder brother, always guiding him in his own way.

Aoba took a deep breath and started walking again, making a silent vow: no matter what, he would learn to sense the "Eye of the Wind."

As the sun climbed higher, the desert grew hotter, and the air turned dry and scorching.

Aoba's throat felt parched. His canteen was nearly empty, but he didn't complain. He simply followed Asuma in silence.

Asuma seemed to notice. He took a half-full canteen from his pack and handed it over. "Have some. Make it last.

"We're still a long way from the oasis."

Aoba accepted the canteen and took a careful sip. The cool water slid down his throat, reviving him.

He handed it back to Asuma. "Thank you, sir."

Asuma waved it off and kept walking.

His steps were steady, as though he knew the desert's rhythm by heart.

Watching his back, Aoba felt both envy and admiration.

As a Konoha Jonin, Asuma had forged an iron will through countless missions. Aoba, meanwhile, was still a novice.

This journey to find the "Eye of the Oasis"

was more than a mission for him. It was a trial.

By noon, the sun hung overhead, and the desert heat was almost suffocating.

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