"Leader, we did it!!"
The moment Watanabe walked in, his face was lit up with an excited, joyous smile.
Dropping to one knee, he pressed a clenched fist to his chest and said excitedly:
"Your subordinate has fulfilled his mission without disgrace!"
"The first batch of prosthetic limbs has all been completed—a total of sixty units!"
Upon hearing this, Jingū Kiraku could not help but feel a faint surge of joy. He quickly helped Watanabe to his feet.
"Good!"
"You've worked very hard, Jonin Watanabe."
Hearing this, Watanabe hurriedly said he did not deserve the praise.
"This is all thanks to you, Leader!"
"If you hadn't fought so bravely against the enemy on the front lines, how could we have had the time to make prosthetic limbs here?"
Watanabe's face reddened, his words filled with respect and admiration for this leader.
Jingū Kiraku patted him on the shoulder and smiled faintly.
"This is simply what I should do as the Amegakure Leader."
"All right, take me to see the power of those Puppet Prosthetic Limbs!"
"Yes, sir!!"
At once, Watanabe straightened up and led Jingū Kiraku to the training ground.
Several ninjas wearing mechanical prosthetic limbs had already been waiting there.
In addition, Watanabe had gathered more than a dozen veteran soldiers who had been left disabled by the war.
The instant they saw Jingū Kiraku, an astonishing light burst forth in their eyes.
Some threw away their crutches, while others pressed their maimed arms to their chests, and then they shouted in unison:
"Greetings, Leader!!"
"We offer our hearts to the Land of Rain!!"
"Victory to the Land of Rain!!"
The earth-shaking cries echoed across the training ground.
Even the surrounding ninjas stood ramrod straight and saluted Jingū Kiraku.
Every one of them wore a strikingly spirited expression, heads