"The villagers have strong faith in the village. That shows the current policies are very popular."
Torikaze gave a sound of acknowledgment. "That's for the best. The first priority of every policy is to satisfy the villagers. If they aren't satisfied, then everything else is empty talk."
Konoha did not belong to any one person. It was the Konoha built and protected by generations of villagers.
The Morning Market was still bustling with a constant stream of people. At every stall, many people came over to chat with Chisato and Torikaze.
Torikaze also took the opportunity to exchange a few words with the stall owners, learning about their recent circumstances and how satisfied they were with Konoha's policies.
In the end, everyone was fairly satisfied with the current state of things, though their degrees of satisfaction differed.
Some felt they were extremely fortunate, while others merely felt they could get by.
Torikaze felt things were fairly good at present, but there was still room for improvement. Konoha had fifty or sixty thousand people. Though it was difficult to please everyone, they still had to do their best to satisfy them all.
Afterward, Torikaze and Chisato returned to the Cloud Clan Grounds together. If they kept chatting, breakfast would probably go cold.
Torikaze's main purpose this time was to see whether, after a year had passed, the villagers were satisfied with Konoha's various policies.
For such a survey, naturally, he could not seek out ninja from prominent clans or people of immense wealth.
The small vendors at the Morning Market were the most suitable candidates.
They were generally Konoha's ordinary villagers—simple and hardworking.
And the results they received today were more or less in line with Torikaze's expectations. At least they had not strayed from the right path.
As soon as