The Land of Waterfalls was defined by its terrain, mountains rising out of dense forest, rivers cutting through narrow valleys, the sound of moving water never entirely absent. Crossing into the Land of Rice Fields changed things again.
The mountains flattened into terraced hillsides, the forests thinned, and the landscape opened into sothing quieter and more worked-over, fields cut into the earth in long horizontal steps following the contour of every slope.
Yuji found it unexpectedly pleasant.
The pastoral quality was genuine, the kind of countryside that had been shaped by generations of people with no interest in anything beyond the next harvest.
The farming thods he saw were primitive by any asure, the villages modest and in places visibly worn. The war had not co for these people directly, but several years of large-scale conflict in the surrounding territories had a way of reaching civilian populations regardless of anyone’s stated intentions.
The claim that ordinary people were spared the worst of it was the kind of thing that sounded reasonable until you looked at what Konoha shinobi had done to Nagato’s family in Agakure, and then it didn’t sound like much at all.
They worked their way around the remaining Konoha and Kumogakure positions over the following days, observing, cataloguing, occasionally pulling a shinobi from one side or the other for interrogation before closing the matter permanently.
The mission did not require sustained combat and they did not seek it. They were there to build a picture, and the picture ca together steadily.
Several days in, they settled into an abandoned building at the edge of what had once been a village. The structures around them were still standing but hollow, emptied of everything that had made them inhabited. They used it as a base and sat with what they had gathered.
"Kumogakure’s withdrawal makes sense now," Yuji said. "Once the Konoha-Iwagakure fighting wound down, Orochimaru was redeployed here."
Arai nodded slowly. "Sakumo Hatake’s assault team created problems for Kumogakure that they simply could not answer. Konoha had been cutting their supply lines consistently throughout, and then they ran a decapitation operation against one of Kumogakure’s field commanders." He paused. "It succeeded."
The White Fang of Konoha. Arai said the na with the weight of soone who had spent years monitoring n he hoped never to face directly.
Konoha had been ground down by multiple major villages across this war, and in raw troop numbers Kumogakure still held a real advantage over what Konoha had left. None of that had mattered in the end.
Top-tier combat power and sound strategic decisions had forced Kumogakure’s hand more completely than numbers could overco.
"One of the Kumogakure shinobi I interrogated ntioned their Jinchuriki was deployed, not to the front lines, but present," Arai added. "The Raikage’s son as well."
Yuji filed this away without comnt. He knew enough of the tiline to place it.
Kumogakure’s current Jinchuriki was not Killer Bee, Killer Bee was still young, following the future Fourth Raikage in whatever capacity a boy his age could.
The current host was soone else, a cousin of the man who would one day carry that title. If Yuji rembered correctly, this shinobi would later be killed during Orochimaru’s infiltration of Kumogakure, the Eight-Tails breaking loose in the aftermath and cutting through the village before the situation was brought under control.
That event would eventually lead to Killer Bee taking over as Jinchuriki. The major villages were all doing the sa thing in parallel, pushing their next generation forward, building toward futures that hadn’t arrived yet.
"Kumogakure will not leave this alone," Yuji said. "The fighting has stopped but the account isn’t settled."
"No," Arai agreed. He was quiet for a mont, working through sothing. "The intelligence has already gone back. I think we should leave." He looked between them.
"The situation here is more layered than a straightforward troop withdrawal. Iwagakure, Kirigakure, and Agakure, we’ve crossed paths with all of them this past week. I don’t think they’re only here for the sa reasons we are."
Yuji considered this and found he agreed. They had what they ca for: a working picture of the Konoha-Kumogakure engagent, the relative combat strength of both sides, the key figures on each. Pressing deeper into a territory where multiple interested parties were still operating served no purpose that outweighed the risk.
"Alright," he said.
They left the sa day.
The return route carried its own difficulty, just of a different kind. No sustained engagents, concealnt and evasion were the operating principles now, staying invisible in terrain where the remnants of several different nations’ intelligence operations were still moving.
The entire Ninja World had its attention on this region, and that attention manifested as a volu of traffic that made clean movent genuinely demanding.
They were working their way out of the Land of Rice Fields when Arai’s pace slowed without warning. He ca to rest on a high branch and Yuji and Sasori settled beside him without needing to be told.
They looked out through the canopy at what lay below.
"Konoha squad," Arai said quietly.
A Konoha squad was fighting below them.
Nine people in total across the clearing, a middle-aged Konoha shinobi leading three Genin against four Hidden Mist operatives. The middle-aged man had two of them on him and was handling it. Behind him, two of his students were holding their respective opponents well enough, buying ti if nothing else.
The third Genin was in trouble.
He had taken damage and was running out of room. The Hidden Mist shinobi pressing him was not in a hurry.
"Intelligence squad, most likely," Arai said, reading the positioning. "Ca partly to gather information, partly to put the students through sothing real. Didn’t expect to be picked up by Mist operatives on the way out."
It tracked. The location was far from any active front, not sowhere a combat unit would be deployed, but consistent with a small team working the edges of the battlefield, gathering what they could before withdrawing. They had been caught on the return leg, probably. Bad timing.
Yuji watched the middle-aged man redirect a strike from one of the Mist shinobi without breaking his own rhythm and reassessed.
"Special Jonin?" he said.
Arai said nothing, which was confirmation enough.
Konoha produced capable shinobi at every level. Whatever criticism you could make of the village, that much was not in question.
Below, one of the Mist shinobi completed a sequence of hand seals.
White mist rose from the ground and began spreading outward, thickening quickly, cutting visibility down to almost nothing within monts.
Yuji had seen enough descriptions of Kirigakure’s thods to know what was behind it.
What made Hidden Mist shinobi genuinely dangerous in the field was not any single technique but the integrated approach, concealnt, tracking, presence suppression, and the jutsu that supported all of it.
The Hidden Mist Technique was one half of a combination. Paired with the Silent Killing thod that Zabuza Momochi had made infamous, it removed sight and sound simultaneously and left opponents with nothing reliable to orient by.
Used at scale, with multiple shinobi coordinating the mist’s spread, it functioned as area denial as much as a combat tool. Against targets who relied on conventional perception, it was exceptionally effective.
The mist reached them where they sat in the upper branches.
"Can’t see much now," Yuji said.
"We’ve been noticed," Sasori said beside him.
Yuji’s expression stayed even. "I was hoping to watch a little longer. Should have just moved on."
Shuriken ca out of the mist without warning, several of them, tracking directly toward his head. He made no visible movent. The projectiles scattered in midair a ter from his face.
Sowhere in the forest, in the direction the shuriken had co from, the mist swirled with a faint deliberateness.
Yuji turned toward it. The smile that ca to his face did not reach his eyes.
"No need to be shy," he said. "Everyone, co out. Let’s be friends."
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