The land of hot water was a welcome sight. Kagome hoped the name was as promising as it sounded. She shrugged the weathered backpack a little higher onto her shoulders and followed in Zabuza's wake off the ship. Evening was approaching and the shadows were growing long, the sky streaked deep red and pink hues. She hoped they would make camp soon, but she thought if they had to walk far she could probably sweep her tiredness aside for a while.

They disembarked in what looked like a small fishing village, the crew members she did not learn the names of were already preparing to drag large crates off the ship. Kagome quickened her stride to walk beside Zabuza, and was rewarded with a side long glance.

"Are we headed to Yugakure?" She asked.

He grunted, and then added "Yes."

"Tonight?" She asked looking down at her bare feet.

'I don't know how far it is, but as long as I watch where I'm stepping it should be okay.'