Chiyo's face was filled with struggle and hesitation.
"Grandma, I understand what you've been holding on to, but it's meaningless. Civilization ultimately needs to progress. If outdated traditions hinder the development of the great age, shouldn't we abandon them without hesitation?"
Chiyo was still holding firm inside. She wanted to see what the Hidden Sand Village looked like before making a decision.
The next moment, terror appeared on her face.
What's going on?
I actually hesitated?
Did the thoughts in my head just now betray the Sand Consciousness?
I actually wanted to betray the village and the Daimyo?
Damn it! This Empire is terrifying!
It can actually brainwash people so well!
Chiyo suppressed the stirring in her heart and frantically gave herself hints to stop herself from betraying the village. If even she betrayed the village, then who would save the brothers and sisters suffering in the village?
But when she saw the scattered oases and vast stretches of wheat in the Land of Wind, she wavered again.
What is the meaning of a village's existence?
What is the meaning of a ninja's existence?
What is the meaning of my existence?
Ultimately, wasn't it all for everyone to live in a peaceful and harmonious environment, for everyone to have a stable livelihood, enough to eat, and a good life?
The Empire of this world already possessed all those things. What, then, was she still holding on to?
"By the way, Sasori, you said your Red Sand... Machine? has more than two thousand Chakra Beasts. I'd like to ask you, what exactly does this organization you mentioned do?"
Chiyo wanted to learn more about her grandson's situation, using one point to analyze the state of this world.
"Me? I guess mine is basically a puppet-master organization! Our main job is what