The sun dipped low over the rugged hills far beyond the borders of the Land of Fire, casting long shadows across a desolate valley scarred by old battles. Dust swirled in the wind, carrying the faint metallic tang of blood and chakra residue. This was no-man's-land, a stretch of wilderness where rogue shinobi and mercenaries roamed unchecked, far from the watchful eyes of Konoha. Tenten stood a...
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