The little girl cried out for her parents at the top of her lungs, her voice hoarse with tears. Her eyes were filled with despair and fear.
The parents stared wide-eyed at the scene, their faces full of shock.
They tried to rush forward to protect their child, but an invisible wall of water blocked their way.
Zabuza stopped and glanced back at the family, a cruel smile appearing on his face. "Don't worry. It won't be long before I reunite you all." His voice echoed through the room, sending chills down their spines.
"No!!!"
The father wailed in agony, his voice filled with helplessness and despair.
The mother tightly covered her mouth as tears poured from her eyes. Her body trembled like a dying candle flickering in the wind.
The little girl's cries gradually faded into the distance, and it felt as though the family's hearts had left with her.
Their eyes were hollow and lifeless, as if they had lost their souls.
"What kind of Empire is this? They're all liars!"
"These people! Not a single one of them is any good!"
"They even left us a piece of paper? Are they trying to give us charity?"
"What the hell is this?"
"Exactly. What use is this worthless thing?"
"Stop arguing. Let me take a look."
The family cursed angrily as their Grandma, who was over sixty, snatched up the scroll and tore it open.
In an instant, a pile of rice was summoned.
They stared blankly at the twelve tightly packed sacks of rice filling the room.
This... judging by the current amount, if they lived frugally, they could eat it for two or three years.
"T-That's so much food!"
"Yeah, our family only eats about three sacks of rice a year."
"Doesn't that mean we won't