"Without systematic education, many Sealing Techniques have been lost. The strongest ninjas are only Chunin, and resources are scarce."
At this, he could not help but sigh. "Once we decline, it won't be easy to return to our peak. And I don't have the ability to lead such a small branch of our people back to greatness."
Hashirama patted his shoulder. "Don't belittle yourself. Being able to lead this group of clansmen to survive was already no easy feat."
The Elder's own strength was only at the early Jonin level, worlds apart from Hashirama.
Yet Hashirama admired him greatly.
They had fled all the way from the Land of Whirlpools to this place. Who knew how many hardships they had endured along the way?
With everyone treating the Uzumaki Clan as a fat piece of meat, it had been truly difficult to preserve these clansmen.
"Everything you mentioned became the past the moment you chose to open the barrier."
"The Uzumaki Clan will be reborn, and these children will all have a brighter future."
Hearing Hashirama's words, the Elder's eyes lit up. "I hope so. I also believe that with the two of you here, the Uzumaki Clan will definitely grow better."
Even though they only had a hundred clansmen now, numbers were not what mattered.
As long as they had a suitable place to live and a stable environment, their people would thrive and multiply within a few years.
But the prerequisite was that the place had to allow them to live better.
"How about this? Have the clansmen pack their things first. We'll set out tomorrow morning. Mito and I will probably stay in the village tonight."
The Elder nodded. Since he had made his choice, there was no need to hesitate any longer.
"You heard him, children.