This place was basically incapable of undergoing any major changes, because one of a clan's most fundamental traits was tradition.
Of course, that was a matter of personal preference, and the village had no way to interfere.
"When does the festival gala start again? I've been waiting here forever."
"You idiot, go home and wait. It's only six now, and it just got dark. The gala doesn't officially start until eight and runs until midnight, when the new year begins."
"Huh? There are still two hours? I'm from another world, so I didn't know."
The man looked helplessly at his friend from another world. "Hurry home and wait. There are still two hours left. Don't freeze out here."
"It won't come to that. I'll take a walk up ahead, look around for something to eat, and the time should pass quickly enough. Thanks, my friend. Until we meet again."
The man waved at him as well. "All right. Until we meet again."
At this hour, all of Konoha could be said to be waiting for the festival gala.
At the same time, everyone was preparing ingredients for dinner. A festival was a festival, but they couldn't forget to eat.
Within the Cloud Clan Grounds, Torikaze had sent intelligent puppets to assist Chisato, Kushina, Ria, Mikoto Uchiha, and the others.
Yahiko, Konan, Hogen, and the other members of the Uchiha Clan and Uzumaki Clan were helping on the side as well. They handled the time-consuming, labor-intensive work: chopping vegetables, washing vegetables, and taking out the trash.
Meanwhile, Torikaze was discussing the schedule with Minato and Amado, while Ran listened nearby.
"Big Brother, when do you plan to activate the Holographic Projector? Are we doing the Nian Beast too?"
Torikaze thought for a moment. "We can. After all, the Nian Beast has