One Piece: I am Imu

Yahiko, Konan and Nagato followed Hanzō closely, running together through the desert.

Surrounding them were one hundred Amegakure shinobi tasked with their protection.

The reason for bringing only a small escort was simple: Hanzō deemed it unnecessary to mobilize the bulk of the village’s forces.

After all, he was only there as reinforcements—regardless of victory or defeat, there was no need to risk too much.

If any serious trouble arose, he could simply take Yahiko and retreat swiftly.

Moreover, Amegakure still needed to retain enough shinobi to defend against other villages.

"Ugh, it’s so hot..." Konan muttered as she ran, looking at the sun hanging over the desert.

Every ray of sunlight felt scorching, like searing flames raining down.

And it wasn’t just her.

Everyone from Amegakure, including Hanzō, felt varying degrees of discomfort—the temperature here was simply too extreme for them.

"Endure it. Do your best to adapt. We’ll be fighting soon, so you need to get used to this environment," Yahiko said in a serious tone.