This also helped calm many people's emotions.
For these ordinary clansmen, survival was the foremost priority.
As for revitalizing the Uzumaki Clan, they had no ability to do that. After all, they were not ninjas.
They just needed to honestly live their lives well.
They did not understand anything about another world or whatnot. As long as they knew there was probably no danger to their lives, that was enough.
Everyone began packing up with peace of mind.
But what was there to pack, really? A few rough, tattered clothes, some stone needles, and a few miscellaneous items. Once those were gathered, they were done.
"Son, do you think we'll be able to live a good life?"
"We will!"
"Why are you so sure?"
The boy burrowed into his mother's arms. "Because... because..."
The boy could not explain why he was so certain. He simply wanted his mother to live a good life.
He had once heard the Elder say that when the Uzumaki Clan had been powerful, they had possessed an entire island.
The clansmen had built their own country there and lived in peace and prosperity.
But the boy had clearly never seen it. From the moment he opened his eyes, he had been in this village.
He had never seen the Uzumaki Clan's glorious history. Everything the Elder spoke of, he could only witness in his imagination.
He had never left this tiny patch of land.
Whenever he looked up at the sky, two cliffs always blocked his view.
Like the other children, he had sworn that once he grew up, he would lead the clansmen away from here and see the outside world.
And now, that dream seemed about to come true. Two important figures were going to take them away and let them live good