This morning.
The mist that had enveloped Konoha Village had lifted.
The sun shines through the golden clouds, casting its light down, making the three dull and serious gray rock faces bright and vivid.
The treetops, roofs, chimneys and roads in the distant village all seemed to be covered with a layer of orange-yellow clothes, giving the entire village a warm and pleasant scent.
"I always thought that you were the heir of the Will of Fire."
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