The ninjas' efficiency exceeded Rikusei's expectations.
Not long after he returned from the workshop, the Anbu thoughtfully delivered materials related to the village and the various nations into his hands.
The red ox pattern on the white mask sent him into deep thought, awakening memories buried away in a corner of his mind.
The Anbu wearing animal masks were, as expected, likely the ones who would be responsible for monitoring the Uchiha Clan in the future.
Konoha today was vastly different from the Konoha of later generations.
The integration of various clans had increased Konoha's strength, but it had also introduced destabilizing factors.
They were probably responsible for monitoring all ninja clans within the village.
With the setting sun spilling over his shoulders, Rikusei held the documents as he pushed open the door, glancing at the ever-growing number of honors displayed on the wall.
He headed into the room.
Thanks to the popularity she had gained from the competition, Grandmother had now become one of the leaders of Konoha's elderly sunset crowd.
Whenever Konoha's elderly sunset crowd went out, their sheer momentum was so overwhelming that even the God of Shinobi did not dare confront their edge head-on.
Sharingan!
The chakra flooding into his pupils made Rikusei's vision incomparably sharp. The Three-Tomoe Sharingan's copying ability granted him a photographic memory, allowing him to rapidly skim through the specific circumstances of each department.
Although Konoha had already been established for several years, fundamentally speaking, everything still served the purpose of war.
The history of wars between ninja clans over countless centuries had already brought their military management to a state of perfection.
He did not need to offer any opinions on that front.
But if Konoha wished to replace a nation with a village, it had to break away from this