Some rejoiced, while others worried.
The Sand Hidden Village was worried, and this group from Kirigakure was worried too.
"Though we committed crimes against our own village, we didn't do anything to Konoha's people. What right does Konoha have to judge us?"
"War crimes."
The Kirigakure Ninja whose resurrection applications had been rejected looked utterly dejected.
"Don't overthink it. Just honestly find some work."
Even the dead could work. It was truly an eye-opening experience.
In certain automated areas, people were needed to help supervise operations—in other words, to operate the machines. Essentially, it wasn't much different from working a sewing machine.
"Save up enough money, then go buy an Indulgence Scroll."
Of course, those weren't the only jobs available, but before resurrection, the dead remained separated from the living.
The newly built Underworld cities looked as though they were trapped in eternal night. Beneath the gloomy, pitch-black sky stood brightly lit city streets crowded with people.
As virtual cities, they were a mature technology that Konoha had operated for many years.
Under the system's permission controls, each soul had its abilities restricted, so they were no longer Chakra superhumans capable of running over rooftops.
After resurrection, their memories concerning the Underworld would also be sealed.
They would retain only a vague sense of having remembered something, without being able to recall what it was.
The purpose was to preserve mystery and reverence.
Otherwise, working while alive and continuing to work after death would be unbearably sad just to think about.
The lower-ranking ninja still had a certain degree of freedom, but the higher-ranking ninja who were the principal culprits of the war—
Their freedom was essentially restricted, leaving them in confinement. Their daily lives were no different from imprisonment, except there were no guards or jailers.
As for the