Main World.
Konoha Year 30, summer.
Country of Roran, the edge of the Resettlement Zone.
The last traces of the gold dust passage had sunk completely into the ground, leaving no raised areas behind. It was nearly evening when the Toyotomi clan members crossed Rōran's border. They passed along the stone-paved road at the edge of the Resettlement Zone, through the passages between houses under construction, and across several new plots whose foundations had already been marked out.
The few people at the rear brushed sand from their shoulders at the threshold, their movements light, as though they had done it many times before. They had brought in little sand. When the wind blew in from outside, it swept the grains up and dropped them outside the threshold again.
The sand formed a shallow arc inside the threshold, extending a few fingers' width along the gap at the edge of the wood. There was even less of it than what had been tracked in on boot soles, not enough to cover a finger. No one made a point of cleaning it up. It stayed there, like the quietest marker on this land.
Toyotomi Shining Sand walked near the front of the group. After landing, he went straight to the Area Map spread out in the side hall without pausing. His finger moved along the boundary of the Resettlement Zone, checking several marked locations in turn. They were evenly spaced, with enough room left between them for passage. There were no breaks in the boundary, and all the markers were in place. Nothing needed to be added. He made no further adjustments to any location and withdrew his finger once he had finished checking.
"The Toyotomi clan members from Konoha will live with those from Rōran. As for the Martial Arts