Time flowed by like water, murmuring as it passed.
Before anyone knew it, a week had gone by.
Early that morning, Qian had just stepped out of his house when he heard two voices talking in the distance. Both voices still sounded rather young; clearly, they were not very old.
He heard one of them say, "Hey, did you hear?"
"Hear what?"
the other replied.
"About the talks between the village and the Mist Village."
The first person lowered his voice as he spoke.
"Oh, that. I just heard Dachun and the others talking about it. They said the negotiations haven't even started yet."
the other said.
Hearing this, the one who had asked the question shook his head and said mysteriously, "Who said they haven't started? I heard from a Jonin that the talks started ages ago. We just didn't know."
"Is that so?"
The one who had been contradicted was not annoyed. He muttered, then said, "I'm not too sure either."
"But this doesn't have much to do with us. Big matters like these are for those Jonin to decide. It's not our place as Genin to worry about them."
"True."
The one who had asked chimed in, then said, "Come on, let's go eat first. We've still got a patrol mission to carry out today."
Gradually, the two of them went farther away.
Qian could no longer hear their voices.
However, the content of their conversation let him know how the negotiations were progressing.
Just as the person who had asked the question had said, the negotiations had begun long ago. It was just that the news had been limited to the village's higher-ups and the Jonin, so those below did not know.
But now, since even these Genin had heard the news, it meant that the