The morning mist clung to the damp wooden planks of the Konoha bridge, muffling the usual sounds of the village waking. The air was cool and carried the scent of wet earth and distant rain.
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The morning mist clung to the damp wooden planks of the Konoha bridge, muffling the usual sounds of the village waking. The air was cool and carried the scent of wet earth and distant rain.