Naruto: Tenseigan Eye

Even the most novel experiences lose their charm after a few days. The desert was no exception. The initial fascination with the vast expanse of sand and the dramatic temperature shifts quickly faded. Before long, everyone began to yearn for the comforts of Konoha.

Once the excitement wore off, Shinki decided it was time to move on. With the three girls—Kushina, Hyuga Mehu, and Uchiha Mikoto—in tow, he set course for Sunagakure. They would rest there for two days before heading to their final destination: the Land of Water.

The political instability in Kirigakure was none of their concern. Their journey was for leisure, and anyone who dared to interfere would regret it. Shinki was confident that even Yagura, the feared Mizukage, would begrudgingly thank him for maintaining order—if such a situation arose.

"Your Excellency, please proceed."

Entering Sunagakure was no simple task. The village, uniquely built in a valley surrounded by towering mountains, was accessible only through two routes: scaling the treacherous ridges or navigating a narrow, heavily fortified passage. The narrow entryway, resembling the neck of a bottle, was guarded by a fortress that allowed for no easy assault. Among the Five Great Ninja Villages, Sunagakure's defenses were considered some of the toughest.

Shinki couldn't help but comment as he observed the layout. "This passage is so narrow. What do you do if a caravan with large goods arrives?"

The guiding Jonin hesitated before replying, "Well, the village doesn't produce many specialty items, so caravans rarely come here. When large goods are transported, they're usually carried up from the fortress."

Shinki blinked. "...Seriously? You built the entire village with such a narrow passage because you rarely expect trade caravans?"

The Jonin, perhaps sensing Shinki's incredulity, smiled awkwardly but remained silent. Shinki couldn't help but shake his head.

"No wonder your village struggles with development. With a setup like this, people would hesitate even to enter. The first Kazekage must've been a visionary... or not."

The Jonin winced but wisely chose not to comment further. Meanwhile, Kushina, ever enthusiastic, marveled at the architecture.

"The houses here are so unique!"

Compared to the cramped, bleak structures of Iwagakure, Sunagakure's buildings—though unconventional—were less oppressive. The thick walls, designed to withstand the harsh desert winds and sandstorms, lent a sense of resilience to the village.

Shinki also noticed something unusual: saplings planted along the streets. Though they appeared wilted and battered by the environment, their presence showed effort.

"Are those green trees? What's the survival rate like?" Shinki asked.

The Jonin sighed. "We've been trying to create green spaces for years. Unfortunately, the sand, drought, and sun make it difficult for anything to survive. Even if a sapling takes root, a single sandstorm can undo all the work."

The perpetual winds that swept through the village carried fine grains of sand, creating a stinging sensation on exposed skin. It was no wonder that most villagers wore cloth coverings on their heads when venturing outdoors.

After some time, they reached the Kazekage's office building. The Jonin escorted them to the entrance before departing.

Chiyo greeted them in the lobby with a warm smile. "Shinki, welcome to Sunagakure! The Kazekage is currently out on a special mission, so I'll be hosting you during your visit."

Shinki nodded politely, though he couldn't suppress his inner thoughts. "Special mission? More like mining."

With Sunagakure's dire financial state, it wasn't hard to guess the nature of the so-called mission. The Third Kazekage likely had his hands full extracting resources from the desert, a task only he could perform effectively.

Chiyo, unaware of Shinki's musings, continued, "The village has prepared accommodations for you and your companions. Please rest and refresh yourselves before we discuss anything further."

Shinki appreciated the courtesy. "Thank you, senior. That's very thoughtful of you."

After days of traversing the desert, a bath and some rest sounded heavenly. Business could wait. Chiyo had made it clear that hospitality came first, and Shinki was in no rush.

The accommodations arranged by Sunagakure were surprisingly generous, considering the village's financial struggles. Chiyo had spared no effort to ensure their comfort. The food, while simple, was hearty, and the quarters were clean and well-maintained.

Shinki accepted their hospitality without hesitation. He understood the unspoken rule: when someone welcomes you warmly, you reciprocate with politeness. It wasn't just good manners—it laid the groundwork for productive discussions.

After settling in, Shinki leaned back, his mind already anticipating Chiyo's eventual request. It was clear that Sunagakure sought something in return for their efforts.

"If Chiyo can muster the courage to ask, we'll see what we can do. But if even she hesitates, they have no one but themselves to blame."

For now, Shinki and his companions enjoyed the rare chance to relax. After all, even asking for help required a certain level of self-awareness—and the willingness to take that first step.

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