The moon shone bright, the stars were sparse, and all was silent.
Cool moonlight streamed through the window, spilling across the room and leaving the floor coated in frost-white light.
After reminiscing about his glorious past with his three students, Enkō suddenly realized that he had unknowingly been in this world for so many years. He could not help feeling a little sentimental.
But Enkō was not one to dwell on such feelings. After chatting with his students for a while, they each returned to their rooms to rest.
Once they returned, it would be time to prepare for the Six Village Grand Tournament in the Land of Wind. This competition could be said to have gathered all the strongest figures in the Shinobi World. His heart, long unstirred by battle, was beginning to itch for a fight.
After an unknown amount of time, Enkō, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly frowned. He heard two faint sounds land outside his room, followed by silence once more.
What was going on?
Enkō was a little puzzled. He had no idea what the two people outside wanted. They had come to his room in the middle of the night; surely they were not here just to see whether he was asleep?
As for assassinating him, Enkō did not think anyone in this village could be that foolish.
So, he simply pretended not to know and lay on the bed, waiting to see what would happen.
Rustle, rustle—
He had no idea what the two people outside were fiddling with. Every now and then, faint sounds drifted over. They were not loud, but they were exceptionally clear to Enkō's ears.
Rip—
The sound of paper tearing echoed through the darkness, but silence soon returned.
Before long, however, Enkō sensed that