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Time passed quickly, and before long, snowflakes began drifting down from the sky once more.

Uchiha Kei walked slowly through the streets, taking in Konoha's thriving atmosphere. A faint smile appeared on his face as he made his way toward a tavern.

He had never intended to make Konoha flourish, and back on the battlefield, he had even considered becoming a Rogue Ninja of Konoha.

But after so much time had passed, and as his plans continued to succeed, everything had changed.

The current Konoha had received no small amount of his effort and devotion.

He had saved Namikaze Minato's family, pushed through all kinds of reforms, and kept Konoha from experiencing the darkest period of the Original work.

Even though Kumogakure had still come, they had not caused Konoha any losses at all.

Under the leadership of Uchiha Kei and Namikaze Minato, Konoha had now reached the pinnacle of the Ninja World. It could be considered the strongest village in the world.

All of Konoha's residents lived happily. Food, clothing, shelter, and transportation were the foundations of life, and Konoha gave them stability so that they lacked nothing in these respects.

Konoha had even given Ninja greater respect, and Jonin in particular enjoyed a higher social status.

With such changes, how could Konoha's residents not live happily?

Though it had been unintentional, Konoha was his Konoha. If he wished, he could truly take control of this village!

Uchiha Kei slowly entered the tavern and smiled as he nodded to the attendant who came to receive him.

A smile was the most basic courtesy.

In truth, he did not like smiling at strangers, but just like Hyuga Aya and Imai Kenta, wearing a mask had become instinctive to him.

Although his current status and strength meant he no longer needed