After clearing out the parasites in the border region, the Diplomatic Delegation left the Land of Fire's border overnight to make up time, then crossed the Land of Rain. Shinobi traveled so swiftly that everything around them blurred into streaks at high speed, yet even so, the devastation in the Land of Rain left Shingetsu shaken.
Whenever great nations went to war, it was always the innocent people who suffered. Across the rain-soaked land, displaced civilians were everywhere, their cries of misery filling the air.
By comparison, the Land of Wind presented an entirely different kind of desolation.
While they could still find some signs of habitation along the Land of Fire's border and in the Land of Rain, the Land of Wind offered nothing but sand as far as the eye could see. Empty and indistinct, it was a barren wasteland.
It was hard to imagine how the people of the Land of Wind survived in such a godforsaken place.
"So much sand..."
Shingetsu sighed miserably. She had only just been drenched by the Land of Rain's downpour, and now the Land of Wind's fierce winds had quickly dried her clothes, leaving them as stiff as steel plates.
Two neighboring countries, one rainy all year round and the other dry all year round-how did such bizarre climates even come about?!
Finally setting foot on their homeland, all the Sunagakure shinobi, Shamon included, let out long sighs of relief.
Traveling with this bunch of red-eyed freaks was murder. They would stake their lives on it-this trip had definitely shaved years off their lifespans!
Shamon, who was leading the way, visibly hesitated before finally mustering the courage to approach Shingetsu and ask about the specifics of building the oasis.
Before they set out, Reto had ultimately decided to build the oasis