Lu You put away the shuriken he held between his fingers and looked up at Yahiko's trio, the distant, still-raging flames reflected in his eyes.
"Do you think two people who were just crossing blades will feel grateful to each other once they lay down their weapons?"
"I know, but if we can't understand each other, the fighting will continue, and the killing will never end."
Yahiko explained his still-immature ideals.
Lu You nodded, with no intention of arguing.
Newcomers knew no fear. The trio had only recently finished their training and had yet to witness the world's treachery. Even the Akatsuki had not been founded yet.
He packed his things, then climbed back onto the donkey, ready to continue on his way with the well-behaved Kana.
Jingle-the bell around the donkey's neck rang clearly. Lu You casually patted its rump, and the donkey started walking.
"Hey, I'm talking to you! Don't you have anything to say?"
Yahiko could not help asking. He kept feeling that the boy before him was far too strange, and he had an inexplicable, peculiar intuition.
Perhaps some premonition would come true through him, but that feeling was impossible to grasp or untangle.
"I'm You, from Kusagakure. If you can't stay in the Land of Rain anymore, go to Kusagakure and give them my name. They'll take you in."
"What are you talking about? We'd never-!"
Yahiko opened his mouth, wanting to keep arguing, only to realize that he did indeed seem to have quite a few problems to resolve.
He knew Lu You might be right.
The three of them had changed their minds in the field and failed to carry out the mission in full. Lord Hanzō might blame them.
Lu You and Kana gradually disappeared into the distance.
Yahiko frowned.
He stood