The matter of the Underworld had basically come to an end.
Aside from a certain alien never showing up, it was time to plan the Underworld's construction needs.
The first thing to establish was an organization to facilitate the development of Underworld operations.
Personnel would be selected from among Konoha's souls. There was no rush to return to Konoha; the various tasks would be carried out in an orderly manner.
What about the war?
For Nami now, holding the Underworld and its associated souls in her hands, war had completely become a game.
With a resurrection mechanism in place, in Nami's eyes, it was simply a large-scale online real-time strategy game.
As the game administrator managing the server, dealing with the players was a piece of cake.
Rather than waste time playing with the Sand Hidden Village, she might as well consider the construction plans in earnest. After all, in the end, as long as they were dead, they would all come before Nami to report. No one would be an exception.
Thus, the two sides were no longer opponents on the same level.
At the Mōryō Shrine in Swamp Country, the Sand Hidden Village's plan was still proceeding in an orderly fashion, continuously launching attacks against Konoha.
As it grew stronger and souls gathered in large numbers, things did not become quite so smooth.
"Has anyone else noticed? The Sand Hidden Village's movements have started to slow down?"
The soldiers on the front line felt it very clearly.
Some Iron Sand Puppets were not merely moving slowly. Quite a few went berserk and rebelled on the spot in the middle of battle.
It seemed that the Sand Hidden Village could no longer restrain its enormous soul collective.
It had reached its limit, but the Sand Hidden Village could not