It was a rather bright day in the village of Noragakure. The sun, glaring at the village, allowed the village's crops to blossom quite nicely, letting the farmers relax for but a moment longer. The farmlands were long, stretching outwards both horizontally and vertically to unimaginable lengths, with various crops planted among each successive row. Unlike traditional villages, the hilly terrain for Noragakure worked well for its agricultural needs, as they could provide terracing to shelter the crops from erosion as best as possible. "Thank you…" Next Chapter →