In the Land of Whirlpools, someone was shouting.
"Everyone, come and look! Our troops are back!"
Many people watched from a distance as tank after tank rolled into the military camp, with trucks piled high with crates.
Uzumaki Shori stood up on the Weasel Tank and addressed everyone.
"The Land of the Moon captured our merchant caravan and refused to negotiate with us."
"When our opponent refused to reason, our troops struck back hard. The Land of Whirlpools and the Land of the Moon have signed a treaty."
"The forest south of the Land of the Moon and north of the Land of Whirlpools will be their compensation to us."
"But our soldiers are exhausted now, and there are some other terms I won't go into one by one. Everyone can read the notices on the bulletin board in the square."
After Uzumaki Shori finished speaking, he signaled for the unit to keep moving.
"We won this war so quickly. We've only been gone a little over a day."
"Those crates up there—do you think they're full of treasure?"
"Of course. The Land of the Moon lost, so we should receive some compensation."
Everyone in the Land of Whirlpools was genuinely happy. In a Ninja World where conflicts could flare up at any moment, the stronger their country was, the safer they would be.
After making arrangements for the troops, Uzumaki Shori returned home. Looking at the empty house, he sighed to himself, then suddenly heard someone speak.
"You brat, you're back already? I thought you'd be gone for ages."
Isobu lay in his own bed, speaking languidly.
The moment he approached, Uzumaki Shori started vigorously rubbing Isobu's head.
"You brat, show me some respect! Do you still want me to charge your Chakra Capacitor?"
Isobu dodged his hand as