As for Obito, he had a good grandmother and a good talent.
So, naturally, Uchiha Gen showed these two a little more concern.
As for his going to Rōran early this time, it was purely because he wanted to. Even if there had been no change in personnel for this mission, he would still have gone to Rōran ahead of time.
After all, Uchiha Gen had his own purpose.
The Land of Wind, the desert.
"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey! Can people really live here? It's all sand. What were the people of the Land of Wind thinking, settling in a place like this?"
Obito Uchiha spat out the sand the wind had blown into his mouth, wiped the sand off his goggles, and could not help speaking up.
"That's why they keep starting wars. Don't worry, the rest of the journey should be a little easier. We've already passed all of Sunagakure's outposts and checkpoints.
"Our current location... is here. As for the remaining distance, we should reach our destination tomorrow. Chōza, have you confirmed that all our tails have been dealt with?"
The speaker was lean and stood straight and tall.
Sarutobi Shinnosuke had a broad, square face, with thick, dark brows and sharp eyes. His demeanor was far steadier and more reserved than Asuma's.
His short black hair was coarse and straight, his slightly high hairline exposing a smooth, full forehead. A thick, neatly trimmed short beard grew along both cheeks, as though it were a signature trait of the Sarutobi Clan.
"Yes, don't worry. All our traces have been erased. I've confirmed no one is following us."
Behind Sarutobi Shinnosuke, a broad, fat man confidently patted his belly and spoke with a smile.
"Wait, something's wrong. There's... iron sand in the blowing sand!"
Beside them, Uchiha Ganghuo