"Are you sure we didn't go the wrong way? This is Konoha?"
Stopping before the wooden gate at the end of a dirt road, Uchiha Gin stood behind the line of people waiting to enter the village and craned his neck to size up the "village" of Konoha not far away, which looked barely better than an urban slum. His tone was odd as he turned to look at Minato and the others huddled behind him, whispering among themselves.
"This village is a little too—"
"Too prosperous, right, Senior Gin?"
Minato took over with a smile, pride practically overflowing from his eyes. It was clear he was genuinely proud to be someone from Konoha.
"Uh..."
Not wanting to embarrass them, Uchiha Gin swallowed the word "shabby" back down and nodded with an awkward smile.
"Indeed. The last time I came, the roads in the village hadn't even been finished yet."
The development of this timeline really was a bit behind. The infrastructure level of the Konoha before his eyes was not even as good as the shantytown on his side waiting to be demolished.
"Huh? Then wasn't that a really long time ago?"
Kakashi, with several Band-Aids on his head, blinked curiously from the side.
"No wonder I've never heard of your great name, Uncle Gin."
Uchiha Gin stroked his chin and pretended to think for a moment, then nodded and responded.
"I usually only come back when something major happens. The first time was when the village was first founded. The second was when Older Cousin rebel—sigh, let's not talk about that."
After sighing with a face full of sorrow, the sadness on Uchiha Gin's face was quickly replaced by comfort, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved into a hint of a smile.
"As for the most