After taking one look at the map, Hashirama confirmed the direction and had everyone advance as quickly as possible in the direction he pointed.
Because reaching Konoha within a day and a half was something they could accomplish.
"Everyone heard Lord Hashirama, right? Tomorrow, we may be able to reach Konoha. That place will be our new home, the place where the Uzumaki Clan's name will once again ring throughout the Shinobi World!"
"Do you have confidence in reviving the Uzumaki Clan?"
"Yes!" More than a hundred clansmen shouted in unison. Everyone deeply hoped they could live a happy, fulfilling life.
A moment later, the group advanced quickly toward Konoha. Hashirama was now troubled by the fact that he had not informed Torifu in advance—or simply brought Torifu with him.
If he had, they all would have returned to Konoha in an instant. The main problem was that there was no network at all.
His phone had already become a piece of scrap metal that could only tell the time and take pictures. None of its other uses worked anymore.
If he could make calls, he could even have asked A-Gang or Jiraiya to contact Torifu.
But it did not matter now. Letting the Uzumaki Clan's people set foot on the road toward a wonderful new life themselves, and experience the hardships along the way...
Perhaps, for them, it might even serve as encouragement.
The group moved and stopped in turns, because many people did not have very good stamina and had to stop for a rest every so often.
As a result, the entire group's speed slowed by quite a lot.
However, Hashirama would occasionally release ninjutsu to carry everyone along for a stretch.
The main purpose was to make up for time and ensure they could reach Konoha