At dawn, the camp at Hidden Leaf's No. 3 Outpost began packing up.
Qian Ye leaned inside the carriage, holding a sizzling, grease-dripping steak.
It was Sea King tenderloin Zhao Hai had just sent through the Cross-Border Mutual Aid Group.
After Garp learned how to walk on water, he went out to sea and caught a Sea King bigger than a warship.
Zhao Hai cut off ten pounds of the finest meat and sent it over.
Qian Ye chewed in huge mouthfuls.
The immense power of his blood and vitality dissolved in his stomach, flowing through his meridians toward the Yin Seal on his forehead.
His body, drained from yesterday's overexertion, finally recovered some strength.
Pakura changed into a black shinobi outfit without any insignia and sat on the outer edge of the carriage.
She now went by Ye.
Orochimaru rode atop a summoned snake at the front of the procession.
Every Hidden Leaf ninja along the way looked toward Qian Ye's carriage with awe in their eyes.
News of yesterday's battle had already spread.
A twelve-year-old Genin had pinned the Two-Tails' Jinchuriki to the ground and beaten her.
It sounded like pure fantasy, yet Orochimaru himself had confirmed it.
Minato Namikaze rode beside the carriage, occasionally turning to glance at Qian Ye.
He could no longer see through this junior disciple of his at all.
Konoha, Hokage Building.
The top-floor conference room was thick with smoke.
Hiruzen Sarutobi clenched his pipe between his teeth and exhaled a dense cloud.
Across from him sat the two advisers, Utatane Koharu and Mitokado Homura.
Shimura Danzō sat in the shadows, leaning on his cane.
An ANBU knelt on one knee before the desk and presented an urgent scroll sealed with red wax in both hands.
Hiruzen took the scroll and waved for