"Father, is there anywhere you'd like to visit today? Let's go together."
Windcloud Mountain thought for a moment. "Actually, I'd like to see the school you mentioned. I just don't know where it is."
"It's in the Inner City. If you're interested, we can go take a look this afternoon."
"Also, Konoha's schools are divided into two kinds. One teaches students things like etiquette, music, and dance."
"The other is for Ordinary Children to study at. Both were funded by the Windcloud Clan."
Windcloud Mountain nodded in great satisfaction. "I never expected both schools to belong to our family. How interesting. Good thing our family has such deep pockets."
Now, Windcloud Mountain found everything interesting. Mainly because in the Pure Land, he had constantly felt anxious, never knowing when it would be his turn to reincarnate.
Yet he was also afraid that his turn would come too soon. He worried that if he suddenly reincarnated, he would no longer be himself.
Now that he had been revived and had seen all the sights of Konoha, his state of mind had calmed. He no longer feared reincarnation.
Most importantly, all his regrets had now been made up for.
He had seen how well the village had developed, seen his outstanding son and flourishing clan, as well as his grandson.
All of it filled Windcloud Mountain with immense pride.
His sacrifice had not been meaningless. At the very least, he had served as a bridge between the past and the future.
Torikaze first brought Windcloud Mountain to Konoha Village School.
This was where Konoha's children studied. They were the future pillars of the village.
In Torikaze's eyes, there was not much difference between shinobi and Ordinary People when it came to building the village.
As the village continued to develop, shinobi development