A gentle breeze swept through the green woods, stirring a pleasant rustling sound. A faint floral fragrance drifted on the wind, lifting the spirits.
Four years later, Enkō once again set foot on the land of the Land of Fire. Looking at the scenery before him, unfamiliar yet carrying a trace of familiarity, a hint of nostalgia flashed through his eyes. He could not help but sigh. "When it comes to geographical conditions, the Land of Fire truly is the most blessed."
Madara walked beside Enkō, also observing the surroundings as they went. He gave a rare word of praise. "Hashirama has indeed developed this place rather well."
The two had set out from Flame Hidden Village two days ago and traveled at an unhurried pace. They had now reached Konoha's outskirts. From afar, they could already see the iconic Shadow Rock at the end of the forest, with Hashirama's face prominently carved upon it.
Enkō studied Hashirama's carved face and suggested with a smile, "Big Brother, do you think Flame Hidden Village should make something like that too? A landmark displaying all the past Flame Shadows. It really does look imposing."
Madara glanced at the distant Shadow Rock and said blandly, "When you become the Flame Shadow, I will not object if you want to do it."
"Big Brother, you are still the First. You should be the one to lead the way, shouldn't you?"
"I am afraid some little brat in the village will paint graffiti on the statue someday. If we build one, it should start with you."
"Uh... there should not be any brats like that in our village, right?"
"Heh. Your second brother was hardly a well-behaved child. I think he would be capable of it."
"Second Brother had embarrassing stories like that? Can you