Two weeks went by, days came and then went, so was the flow of time. On the morning of September 30th, the sun rose over the Hidden Leaf village like always but the temperature was far from that of an average September morning. Lee looked down at his new multitasking watch and shivered as he read the temperatue to himself. Fourty degrees celcius. He hunkered down in his áo, áo khoác and pressed forward. A chill went through his body as a cold wind stirred what leaves were left on the trees. They're dead, Lee thought, they went early this year. He wiped his nose on the sleeve of his áo khoác and thought...