Two days later, the air gradually grew hot and stuffy, heralding the quiet arrival of summer.
Along a winding path, a convoy of several hundred people slowly made its way forward, passing through stretches of forest as it headed toward the border of the Land of Fire.
In order to leave the Land of Fire as quickly as possible, the convoy made no stops along the way and hurried north without rest, planning to take a brief break only after reaching Fukuoka Town.
Fukuoka Town was the last town in the northern part of the Land of Fire. Beyond it lay endless plains under the jurisdiction of the Land of Iron.
At the front of the group, seeing that they were about to leave the Land of Fire, Uzuki Dekima, who had lived here for decades, could not help sighing. "After living here for so long, it's hard not to feel a little reluctant to leave."
Enkō somewhat understood how he felt and said, "We felt the same when we left back then. But thinking about it now, life is still long. It's nothing more than starting over."
"Hahaha, the future Shinobi World will belong to you young people." Uzuki Dekima was not a sentimental man to begin with, and that trace of melancholy had already vanished. He instead laughed and said, "I knew your father too. Uchiha Tajima was renowned throughout the Shinobi World in his day. A tiger father breeds no dogs. I never expected all three of his surviving sons to be so outstanding."
Enkō smiled. "Compared with my two older brothers, I'm still far behind. All I can do is try my best to change that unsatisfactory ending in the future."
Uzuki Dekima said irritably, "Listen to yourself. Who can say for certain what the future