A carriage traveled along a rural dirt road, with laughter emanating from inside the wooden canopy, as if people were chatting and joking.
Several guards dressed in leather armor followed near the carriage. Although these guards could use ninjutsu, they were not ninjas; their abilities were more inclined towards protection.
The guards wore uniforms, while behind the six guards, three individuals dressed in various attires followed, one clad in full body armor and another in sportswear.
The three individuals in varied attire were speaking in low voices.
"Old Nine, is there really no problem? The rewards for this mission are too generous; I always feel something's off."
A man with a horse face looked worried, his eyes frequently scanning the surroundings.
