Perhaps it was because this world had always driven all ninjas mad, urging them to slaughter one another. Or perhaps some terrifying original sin flowed through humanity's bloodline.
No one had ever stopped to think, nor had anyone considered why they had to fight to such an extent. If it was for the pursuit of a better life, slaughter was not necessary at all. The terrain created by ninjutsu would not vanish, and the various tools it created truly existed.
They could have used their own hands to build better homes for themselves. They could have used their own efforts to transform inhospitable environments into what they wanted them to be. But clearly, compared to remaking themselves and opening up a better world, the ninja world was far more focused on plundering what already existed.
Ninjas had little interest in production, yet they were fascinated by death and plunder. Though every ninja cried out inwardly that they were tired and wished for peace to arrive, they instinctively chose this course of action.
Of course, Danzō knew why they did this.
Because the environment did not allow otherwise. Every one of them had to remain fully prepared for war, or else they would be defeated and destroyed.
Adults worked two jobs, while children worked one. The ninja world turned amid an endless bloody cycle. Like wind-up dolls, they would keep moving forward forever until the power in their springs ran out.
Whether in the form of clans or nations, settlements or ninja villages, the desires and struggles between ninjas never ceased. For thousands of years, users of Chakra had proposed all kinds of theories and ideas, hoping to pass down this so-called peace.
Yet peace in any form could only last for a time.
There would always be those who wanted