.:HLV:. 18-2 Festival for the god of rice

     After fighting for these villagers in the past, it seems odd to be doted on by them now.
The village elders will tend to your wounds, and tell stories of life on the farm and old wars.
Children sing and dance, playing instruments to liven the mood next to the large bonfire.
While the women of the village have prepared a great feast of local rice dishes and sides.
Though basic in nature, the fresh crop and secret recipe is even better than back at home.

     The Village head makes is rounds and speaks with each member of the shinobi squads,
gifting them a small crown made of stalks of grain. Comparable to a flower crown albeit,
much less attractive. Nevertheless, you appreciate the gesture. He smiles heartily back.

     "It has been a long time since we've felt at home. I cannot begin to thank you."

     The night sky is lit up by the bonfire they've built from the leftovers of broken buildings,
and giddy songs fill the air for miles. It's been a long time since you've been able to relax.
You're unsure if you recognize any of the songs, but it doesn't stop others from singing along.
The warm meal, the smiles, the music... It's been a long time since you were treated like this.