"We've got tails."
Shinji gave a quiet hum, pretending he had noticed nothing. "Probably people from Sunagakure. Clearly, they weren't that easy to fool."
"Find a chance to take them out?"
"No, leave them for now. Wait until the other Sunagakure people are far away before we act."
"Hopefully those two guys are behind us instead of leaving with the others."
Hidan muttered to himself. He was hardly a forgiving man; repaying every slight was in his nature.
Since the village was built in an oasis, it was relatively prosperous, and many travelers chose to stop here along their way.
Moreover, since the last Shinobi World War ended, Sunagakure had formed an alliance with Konoha, so trade between the Land of Wind and the Land of Fire was also quite frequent.
It had been hard to tell amid the earlier chaos, but now that the disturbance had subsided, crowds of people emerged from the shelters, bringing life and vitality back to the place.
Shinji also noticed a small detail.
The locals living here were highly adaptable. Although they had just experienced some truly terrifying things, they had more or less settled down and gone back to their business.
The outsiders and merchant caravans, on the other hand, all looked pale and badly shaken.
"Sure enough, the harsher the environment, the more it toughens people up."
Shinji sighed softly.
But if he had a choice, he would definitely choose the most comfortable life possible.
Of course. Given a choice, who would pass up fine delicacies to eat coarse steamed buns for the rest of their life?
Wouldn't that just be making themselves suffer?
"Welcome to our humble inn, honored guests!"
"Two rooms, and send up some local specialties."
"Certainly! Two honored guests, right this way!"
Shinji and Hidan found a clean,