"Don't forget, before that damned Daimyo banished us to Hell Valley, the Ouyashiro Clan was once a prominent family in the Shinobi World."
After learning that even Lord Torikaze did not approve of his idea, Oyakashiro Homura immediately began reflecting on it.
"Then let's try letting the children learn part of the family's history first, then gradually work our way up. Teaching them too much at once might cause problems."
After all, their clan's history was one of blood and tears, built upon the bleached bones of countless clansmen. There was nothing beautiful about it, and for children who had only just begun forming their worldview, it was perhaps too horrifying.
"They are future shinobi. If shinobi can only handle this much, they might as well become ordinary people sooner rather than later."
"Still, I agree with your idea. We'll do as you say."
Oyakashiro Homura was somewhat surprised. He had not expected his father not to argue with him this time. It seemed that speaking with Lord Torikaze for so long had changed him somewhat as well.
"Yes, Father. But I'll also take your advice into account and make this education plan as perfect as possible."
Oyakashiro Tsukiyomi revealed a gratified smile. "Good."
"Teacher Ran! Teacher Ran! We're leaving! Are you done packing yet?"
A young man shouted loudly outside Ran's door. Ran immediately called back from inside, "I know! Wait for me a moment, I'll be ready soon!"
At that moment, he was hurriedly straightening his clothes and fixing the hairstyle he had just arranged.
As the Daimyo of a country, he had to maintain some semblance of dignity. Though his country was currently in decline, it would rise again sooner or later.
Once he had finished tidying up, he pushed open the door. Three young men