"Without a systematic education, many sealing techniques have been lost. The strongest our ninja can reach is Chunin, and we're short on resources as well."
At this point, he could not help sighing. "Once a clan declines, it isn't easy to return to its peak. And I don't have the ability to lead one small branch of the clan back to glory."
Hashirama patted his shoulder. "Don't belittle yourself. Just being able to lead this group of clansmen and survive was already extremely difficult."
The elder's own strength was only at the early Jonin level, a world apart from Hashirama.
Even so, Hashirama admired him greatly.
They had fled all the way here from the Land of Whirlpools, and there was no telling how many hardships they had encountered along the way.
When everyone saw the Uzumaki Clan as a piece of fat meat, preserving these clansmen had truly been no easy task.
"The things you mentioned all became the past the moment you chose to open the barrier."
"The Uzumaki Clan will have a new beginning, and these children will have a better future."
Hearing these words from Hashirama, the elder's eyes grew bright. "I hope so. I also believe that with you two here, the Uzumaki Clan will surely get better."
Even though there were only a hundred clansmen now, numbers did not matter that much.
As long as they had a suitable place to live and a stable environment, it would only take a few years for the clan to grow and thrive again.
But the prerequisite was that the place had to allow people to live better lives.
"How about this? Have the clansmen pack their things first. We'll set out tomorrow morning. Mito and I should both stay in the village tonight."
The elder nodded.