In the blink of an eye, three years had passed. ReadingМ
Over those three years, the entire Shinobi World had undergone earth-shaking changes.
The Land of Fire had led the way in dividing up its territory, and the newly appointed Daimyo of the Land of Lightning had been the first to follow suit. As a result, the area administered by Kumogakure had expanded rapidly, reaching the same scale as Konoha.
Among the Five Great Nations, two had responded, leaving the other three little choice but to begin separating their territories as well.
With the great nations setting an example, the smaller nations had no choice but to follow the agreements made at the conference and separate their Hidden Villages from their own territories.
Though the local lords and nobles were unwilling, and some places had suddenly stirred up samurai and wandering ninja to rebel, all their schemes were crushed in the face of the decisive power of the Tailed Beasts.
If they wouldn't leave with dignity, the Tailed Beasts could help them do so.
The world, dormant for a thousand years, began to boil with life. The Hidden Villages were striding toward becoming Ninja Nations.
The ninja who had once feared that losing their missions would make life difficult found that life had become even more comfortable than before.
Freed from the scheming and fighting that came with missions, they could now apply their ninjutsu to every aspect of daily life without reservation, transforming their lives.
Konoha's Tailed Beast Farm had already made a name for itself throughout the Shinobi World. Every planting season, ninja from all over the world came seeking permission to observe and learn its advanced methods.
After Byakuren returned to Kirigakure, he hurriedly called a general meeting.
Taking inspiration from the Tailed Beasts' farming methods, they