The wind in Sunagakure was completely different from the damp breeze of the Hidden Leaf Village.
When it scraped across the face, it felt like knives, carrying an earthy stench that made the throat itch.
Uchiha Arashi shrank his neck and wrapped himself up even tighter.
Right now, he looked like an utterly ordinary Sunagakure child, in tattered clothes, ash smeared across his face, holding a chipped broken bowl in his hand. Mixed into the crowd of beggars by the street, he did not stand out at all.
This was all thanks to his "Ki Control" ability, which suppressed that eye-catching Saiyan chakra of his completely, making him seem just like a civilian who had never refined chakra.
"Tch, this place is basically one giant sandpit," Arashi grumbled inwardly, though his eyes kept darting around.
The houses on both sides of the street were all earthen yellow, squat and low, and looked flimsy at a glance.
Most of the pedestrians on the road were sallow and thin, their eyes as hollow as two dried-up wells.
The children in particular were all skinny as sticks of firewood, stretching out their filthy little hands and calling weakly, "Please give me something to eat..."
Arashi shifted to the side, avoiding a child who nearly threw himself onto him.
It was not that he was cold-blooded, but that he could not cause trouble right now.
His mission was to investigate the situation of Sunagakure's "One-Tail jinchūriki." A situation like this, which was everywhere in Sunagakure, was simply beyond his ability to handle.
Bang!
A muffled sound came from not far away, mixed with a woman's crying screams.
Arashi narrowed his eyes and looked over.
Two guys wearing Sunagakure ninja flak jackets had kicked over a stall selling roasted sweet potatoes.
Sweet potatoes rolled all