Rasa gazed coldly at the desolate Hidden Sand Village, his heart filled with unbearable grief.
During this period, he had surveyed the Land of Wind. He had to admit that if even the most prosperous Hidden Sand Village looked like this, one could imagine what the other places were like!
Obito and Setsuna had already brought back a group of Water Release ninjas. He did not idle around, immediately arranging for the Hidden Sand Village's ninjas to control them and irrigate the land nonstop, day and night.
Whatever the case, they should first make the surrounding area damp, then scatter some seeds. Growing some grass to prevent soil erosion would be a good start.
Chiyo, too, wandered aimlessly around the village all day, looking dazed.
She had finally arrived in the Shinobi Village era she had long yearned for.
But...
Why did the Shinobi Village era look like this?
The Daimyo and the shinobi villages ruled together, with the resources of each region supporting itself. They did not have to send all the minerals from the Land of Wind to several other provinces as the Empire did. Why was it even worse instead?
She recalled her days in prison. In prison, the inmates had white rice, lean meat, and vegetables at every meal.
But...
The people here could not even get vegetables, let alone enough noodles to eat!
What the hell was wrong with this world?
She had made inquiries. She was not useless, and every successive Kazekage had been contributing to the village all along.
But what had they achieved? What results had they produced?
Although she had never left the Empire's prison, her sons and grandson often brought newspapers and other reading materials to her. In her heart, she had already assumed that the Land of Wind had