Sparring

White clouds drifted lazily overhead, and the warm breeze gently kissed the faces of passersby. Compared to the seemingly endless rain of the Land of Rain, the boundless deserts of the Land of Wind, the desolate Gobi of the Land of Earth, and the scorching plateaus of the Land of Lightning— The Land of Fire had always been so favored by nature. Orochimaru now liked flowing white kimono because he thought they looked cool. In the training ground, Mito Uzumaki was sparring with Minato Namikaze.