Three days later, Capital of the Land of Wind.
Rasa looked at the densely packed long queue at the city gate.
As the capital of the Land of Wind and the political core, it was naturally extremely prosperous.
Although it was far inferior to the prosperity of the capital of the Land of Fire...
Or even the capitals of Lightning, Earth, and Water...
But it was much better than the Sand Village.
Because of the weird technology in the ninja world and the semi-ancient construction techniques...
The habitable population density in the ninja world was several times stronger than in ancient Japan on Earth.
The permanent population of the Land of Wind's capital was about 900,000. Including the floating population, there were 970,000 people.
In the Land of Wind, with a scarce total population of only about ten million, it was considered the number one city.
Because the floating population in the Sand Village was extremely small, and it rarely accepted outsiders...
The population was only about 420,000, considered the second-largest city.
The saying that one can see the development level from the appearance of a city is true.
Although the Sand Village was the second-largest city in the Land of Wind...
In the Sand Village...
Most civilians worked hard with their heads down, walking hurriedly, their faces always carrying anxiety and tension.
Only on holidays and such days would they rarely relax and show smiles on their faces.
But in the capital of the Land of Wind...
Pedestrians on the road mostly walked leisurely, with various smiles on their faces.
Sounds of playing and laughter were endless.
Rasa looked coldly at the surrounding scenery and sneered in his heart.
The flames of every Great Ninja War never reached here, so of course they were happy and relaxed.
Anyway, the ninjas who died in battle weren't born from among them.
The Sand Village only needed to risk their lives and use their lives to defend the Land of Wind from enemies.
The capital of the Land of Wind had many things to consider.
The ninja world had been peaceful for eleven years. Plus, this was the capital of the Land of Wind, a place tacitly agreed by the ninja world not to be contested...
So the inspection was also very lax.
Basically just symbolic questioning.
Unless you looked too fierce and evil, or too sorry for the world, the samurai at the city gate would stop you for questioning.
Therefore, Rasa easily blended into the city.
At this time, Rasa wore a black headscarf on his head. The Sand Village Jonin forehead protector he always wore had also been taken off and put away.
He wore linen clothes, just like the ordinary people around him, covering himself tightly without attracting any attention from people around him.
Rasa found an inconspicuous small inn and checked in casually.
Soon, midnight arrived.
Rasa wore an iron mask on his face. His clothes, shoes, and pants were all changed to inconspicuous black.
He quietly climbed out the window and left without attracting anyone's attention.
Along the way, he walked carefully toward the palace where the Daimyo of the Land of Wind lived.
Although Rasa didn't know the way...
The Daimyo's palace, the Daimyo Mansion, was recognizable at a glance.
Because the Land of Wind was located in the Gobi desert...
The buildings here were mostly made of stone and sand.
If they wanted wood, they had to cut it around the Land of Fire, thousands of miles away.
Just the transportation cost on the way would be a huge sum.
Therefore, wood appeared even more precious here.
So he just had to walk toward the tallest building with the most wood.
Soon, Rasa arrived in front of the Daimyo Mansion.
Although the Daimyo's palace was full of patrolling samurai and heavily guarded...
Any student graduated from the Sand Village Ninja Academy could easily defeat four or five of these samurai.
For ordinary people, the heavily guarded palace perimeter...
Was as easy as walking into an uninhabited land for Rasa.
As Rasa gradually went deeper into the palace...
The strength of the guarding samurai also became stronger and stronger.
Samurai who had refined a little Chakra in their bodies, with strength similar to fresh graduates from the Ninja Academy, even began to appear.
Rasa walked for another distance.
Among the uniform samurai around...
Some ninjas wearing ninja vests with strong Chakra aura in their bodies began to appear.
These ninjas were naturally the so-called wandering ninjas.
Or family ninjas cultivated by obscure small ninja clans.
However, without exception, none of these ninjas discovered Rasa's tracks.
After another few minutes, Rasa suddenly stopped and hid in a corner.
Tens of seconds later, dense footsteps and conversation sounds came from the corridor.
First came a young woman's crisp and pleasant voice.
"Father's health is getting worse day by day."
"Yes, Princess."
"I estimate Father might not survive this week. After my eldest brother succeeds, I don't know which poor place where birds don't shit he will send me to for marriage."
"Shh, Princess, please be careful with your words!"
"Hmph, afraid of what? Anyway, they hate me because of my hair color. I've been a good child for more than ten years and I'm still hated!"
"Even so, you shouldn't say..."
The footsteps became farther and farther away, and the voices gradually became blurred.
Rasa walked out of the shadows, frowning slightly.
The two women talking just now...
Were obviously the daughter of the current Daimyo of the Land of Wind and her servant.
Although this Daimyo's daughter sounded only in her teens, this wasn't Rasa's focus.
He focused on what the princess said: the Daimyo of the Land of Wind might not live past this week.
It was already Wednesday.
In other words, optimistically, the Daimyo of the Land of Wind would last until Sunday.
Worst case scenario, he would die tomorrow.
It seemed he had to hurry up and finish what he needed to do.
Rasa disappeared into the corridor.
Not far away, a magnificently dressed woman who had just walked past two corridor turns suddenly stopped.
Her snow-white eyebrows twitched.
At the same time, she unconsciously touched her pure white hair gently.
Then she turned her head gracefully to look behind her.
Seeing this, the delicate face of the young girl dressed as a maid beside the woman instantly became nervous.
The maid had served this Princess Ten'i for more than ten years; they practically grew up together.
Therefore, she knew very well what made her Princess Ten'i different from ordinary people since childhood.
That was the princess's perception, which was dozens of times stronger than ordinary people.
And as she grew older, this perception became more and more terrifying.
This was also one of the reasons why this Princess Ten'i was hated by people around her.
And the princess's habit of unconsciously touching her hair meant she had discovered something or someone strange.
The maid widened her eyes, looking around vigilantly.
As a personal maid who grew up with the princess, she knew best how amazing the princess's perception was.
So even though she still didn't quite believe that the heavily guarded Daimyo palace with layers of sentries could be infiltrated by enemies...
Her subconscious had already believed it.
"Oh my, Xiao Meng, what are you doing?"
Princess Ten'i, who turned around, finally discovered the nervous expression of her maid looking around.
She asked in a voice as gentle as jade.
The maid Xiao Meng hurriedly said:
"Princess, did you discover something just now? Do you want me to notify the surrounding guards?"
Princess Ten'i waved her hand gracefully.
Although she wasn't favored for many reasons...
Because of this, she received far stricter education than her other siblings since childhood.
"No need. Being able to sneak in while deceiving the eyes of so many patrolling guards and numerous ninjas here..."
"I'm afraid they are at least at the Special Jonin level of a major ninja village, or even higher."
Speaking of this, Princess Ten'i pulled out the fan at her waist.
With a nimble wave of her plain white hand, the fan opened with a snap, covering her face, and she hummed a few words through her nose.
"Hmph, an unfavored marginal princess like me has no right to manage these things, nor do I want to. Let's go."
After saying this, Princess Ten'i looked back meaningfully in a certain direction one last time.
She strode her long legs hidden by the long dress and walked toward the palace gate.
Bullied by her so-called brothers since she could remember...
Even her father spoke coldly to her face.
No matter what achievements she made, she would only receive ridicule from others.
Princess Ten'i had long been thoroughly disappointed with this Daimyo family.