When the oasis at the strategic chokepoint finally appeared on the horizon, even Hizashi Hyuga, renowned for his composure, began breathing a fraction faster.
Miwako let out a long sigh of relief and licked her slightly cracked lips, longing in her eyes. "Finally... something green."
Shinji Uchiha gazed at the greenery stubbornly growing amid the endless yellow sands, excitement stirring within him as well.
According to the map, this had to be Hope Spring Oasis, the central support base on the Land of Wind front.
Strategically, it was a nail driven into the Land of Wind's border-and a target Sunagakure would not rest until it had pulled out.
As they approached the oasis, security tightened sharply.
"Halt! Identify yourselves!" A low, wary voice came from behind the seemingly deserted palm groves and rocks.
At least five Konoha ninja emerged. They wore standard flak jackets stained with dust, their eyes sharp as hawks and their kunai poised to strike. Their positions blocked every optimal route of attack.
Though their faces showed fatigue, their movements were crisp and efficient. They were clearly seasoned veterans.
Hatake Sakumo calmly stepped forward. He did not even reach for his identification, merely lifting his head slightly to give them a clearer view of his distinctive silver hair and the short blade, White Fang, on his back.
The lead Konoha chunin's pupils contracted. The wariness on his face instantly gave way to respect, even a trace of excitement. He immediately put away his kunai, pressed his right fist to his left chest, and gave a solemn ninja salute.
"Lord Hatake Sakumo! My apologies-we didn't know you were arriving at the front!" The ninja behind him likewise lowered their weapons and saluted, their eyes filled with reverence for his strength.
"No need for formalities. Thank you for your