Outer desert of the Land of Wind.
The moon was especially beautiful tonight. Taking advantage of the cooler temperatures and good visibility, Rasa stepped onto his Gold Dust Sand Cushion and flew out of the camp.
Watching him leave, the Hidden Sand Village shinobi in the camp whispered among themselves.
"Back when he was in power, I never noticed it. Now it seems the Fourth Kazekage is best used as a scout."
"What else? Take you onto the battlefield, then flee in the middle of the fight and leave you to die?"
"The village only needs him to mine. Otherwise, he would have been executed long ago."
"Honestly, that guy has always been a lunatic."
"I heard he used to try every possible way to assassinate the Jinchūriki of that time."
"Huh? Wouldn't that make them lose control easily?"
"Exactly."
"But in the end, he finally got his own son killed. You could say he got what he wanted."
"So do you think Rasa is getting his comeuppance now?"
"Probably. Maybe."
The surrounding Hidden Sand Village shinobi all wore varying degrees of mockery and satisfaction on their faces.
Rasa, flying in the sky, could not hear what they were saying in the camp.
But he had already endured more than enough cold looks in daily life.
He had had enough.
This time, he would not endure it anymore.
There were no obstructions in the air, and his flying speed was extremely fast. Rasa reached the designated location in a few dozen minutes.
—Atop an unnamed sand dune.
Just as Rasa landed, Senju Hiroshi slowly emerged from the ground.
"You came."
Senju Hiroshi's tone was calm, but it carried certainty.
Since Rasa had decided to do this, he would definitely see it through to the bitter end.
"I agreed to it.