As night deepened, Uchiha Xin and the merchant Suzuki Taro's caravan had already completed more than half the journey along the road from Naruto Village to Sword Village. The surrounding forests gradually thinned, and the outline of Sword Village could vaguely be seen in the distance. Although they had not encountered any attacks recently, Uchiha Xin did not relax in the slightest.
He knew well that the closer they got to their destination, the more likely they were to encounter an enemy ambush. As a force with many conflicts with Naruto Village, Sword Village's grudges and entanglements were far more complicated than outsiders knew. And the goods Suzuki Taro carried were enough to attract the covetous eyes of every faction.
Uchiha Xin walked at the very front of the group, his gaze sharp as a torch as he remained alert to every movement around them. His steps were steady, yet every one of them contained formidable strength. He knew that only by remaining highly vigilant and prepared could he ensure the safety of the entire caravan.
Watching Uchiha Xin's serious expression, Suzuki Taro could not help but grow nervous as well. He knew that the goods he carried this time were no trivial matter. Without Uchiha Xin's protection, he could not imagine what dangers he would face. He cast Uchiha Xin a grateful glance and silently prayed that they would reach their destination safely.
In the night, the caravan's torches flickered with faint light, illuminating the road ahead.
As the night grew darker, the caravan arrived at an open clearing. Uchiha Xin looked around and, after confirming there were no potential threats, said to everyone, "We'll rest here tonight."
Hearing this, the caravan members all breathed sighs of relief. This was especially true for the genin guards Suzuki Taro had