Before they knew it, a week had passed.
The day of departure had arrived.
That morning.
The sky was not yet fully bright when Qian and two other Leaf Village Jonin led more than a hundred Leaf ninjas, escorting over a dozen flatbed carts, and set out.
The carts were loaded entirely with strategic supplies.
During the battle at Shahe City, many things had never been used, and the village could not possibly abandon them, so they still had to go to the trouble of escorting them back.
Because of that, this return trip to the village would take them at least three times as long—in other words, around a week.
Even so, no one in the group complained. Joy showed on everyone's face.
No matter what, they had finally survived.
This war had lasted too long, and too many people had died. Everyone was hoping for peace to come.
Over the past few days, things had been very calm, but while they were still on the front line, no matter how relaxed everyone appeared, a string remained instinctively taut in their hearts.
It was a habit formed over more than two years on the battlefield.
And next, they were going to return to the village.
When that time came, they would be able to relax completely.
With that being the case, how could they not be happy?
Rumble, rumble—
The sound of wheels rolling rang out, carrying far through the forest.
Qian sat on one of the flatbed carts, looking at the same unchanging surroundings on all sides, and felt somewhat bored.
An hour had already passed since they set out, and nothing had happened in that time.
Under these circumstances, he also could not settle down to train.
After thinking it over, Qian went over to the