Itachi did not know why, but after walking only a short distance, he said he felt unwell and headed back first. Feitao shrugged, carried the remaining soba noodles, and prepared to head home. By the afternoon, it started snowing again—not heavily, but enough to make Feitao feel a bit cold. The current of the Naka River was always strong, so it never froze over.
To be honest, although it snowed in Konoha every year, it never quite felt like the far north, because the snow would melt shortly after only to pile up again, repeating in an endless cycle.
The sky was a dull gray, and there were very few pedestrians on the street. The real bustle wouldn't begin until nightfall, when everyone would set off firecrackers and things like that. The holiday was passing by so quickly; tomorrow she would have to go back and spend time in that ANBU place. Just thinking about it, Naruto had also reached the age to start attending kindergarten. Who knows what kind of people he would meet at school, or what kind of things would happen.
Chapter 79