Hyūga Sheng activated his Byakugan, gazing intently toward Sunagakure.
The yellow sand around him battered his face, with nothing around to shield him. As a member of the frontline reconnaissance team,
he was being particularly brazen.
"How does it look?"
Behind him, a teammate sheltering from the wind and sand in a sand pit asked listlessly.
Hyūga Sheng slowly shook his head at the question.
"Same as always. No movement."
"Are they planning to wait for death?"
Hyūga Sheng deactivated his Byakugan, darted down into the sand pit in a few bounds, shook the sand out of his clothes, and continued.
"Captain, do you get the feeling..."
"The poisonous mist outside their village seems to be getting thicker and thicker..."
"Even my Byakugan can barely see through it."
Hearing Hyūga Sheng's complaint, the reconnaissance team captain stopped peeking outside and simply flopped down into the soft sand.
Rather than answering his question, he spoke with a rather defeatist air:
"Ah..."
"Is this really war?"
"It's pretty boring."
"Isn't that a good thing?" Hyūga Sheng lay down beside him too, relaxing his body and enjoying the local "wind and earth" he could never experience in Konoha.
"It's not a bad thing..."
"It just feels like we're no use here, junior!"
"The mist in the Land of Wind has almost completely dispersed. Only the stuff right outside their front door is left."
"Looks like they can't deal with it either. We haven't had a single head-on clash since coming here."
"I feel guilty taking the combat allowance..."
The captain turned to look at Hyūga Sheng, whose eyes were closed, mostly studying the rather horrifying Caged Bird Seal on his forehead.
Tsk.
He smacked his lips, moistening them.
The captain's thoughts drifted back to the Second Shinobi World War. He had once had