Isn't This Utatane Koharu?

The blacksmith's lips moved several times, yet he could not force out a single word.

Barefoot, he stood in the warmly slushy snow, staring down at his feet as steam continuously rose from them. His Adam's apple bobbed twice.

All along both sides of the street, strange happenings kept appearing one after another.

The dead old tree by the roadside had only just shed its icicles when a patch of tender green forcibly pushed through the cracks in its shriveled bark.

In the blink of an eye, new leaves unfurled amid the warm vapor.

"Mom, look! The tree's growing leaves!"

The swirling goose-feather snowflakes in midair had yet to land on the rooftops before waves of heat surging up from underground forcibly held them aloft.

The massive underground sealing array began operating, channeling all the melted snowwater into the drainage ditches.

A spring rain carrying the earthy scent of soil came crashing down upon Konoha's rooftops.

The snow within a ten-mile radius melted in broad swaths, rapidly converging into warm streams.

The geothermal pipeline network, originally planned only for the first phase in the village's east, burst through along the pressure-release loop and raced through the ley lines toward the entire village.

Konoha was unreasonably yanked out of winter and forcibly stuffed into spring.

The whole street fell quiet for a moment, then erupted into cheers powerful enough to overturn Hokage Rock.

"Good heavens, the snow melted!"

"This is the Fourth Hokage showing his divine power!"

"Long live Lord Hokage!"

The auntie selling breakfast directly tossed her battered palm-leaf fan, used for stoking the fire, into the snowwater and shouted along with the crowd at the top of her lungs.

Several elderly people with limited mobility held onto their doorframes and trembled as they knelt toward the Hokage Building, their