The three of them made their way down the mountain.
The roads along the summit of Spirit Mountain, where Guy lived, were rugged and treacherous.
All three were highly skilled fighters, so descending such a mountain cliff posed no problem for them.
However, when they reached the mountainside, Guy's eyes lit up.
From the mountainside downward, a broad stone road had somehow been built, winding around the entire Spirit Mountain and spiraling down along the terrain.
Simple guardrails had been erected along the outer side of the road, while the inner side made use of the mountain's natural slopes and platforms.
Many level areas had been constructed according to the terrain.
On some sunlit gentle slopes, vast stretches of terraced fields had even been reclaimed, their stone ridges layered one above another and their soil level and fertile!
Tender green seedlings were already growing in the fields, clearly the result of careful planning and cultivation.
Guy stopped and pointed at the terraced fields and roads as he looked at Moyochi En.
"Did you do all this?"
Moyochi En nodded, a trace of unease on his face.
"Yes, my lord."
"Although the funds you provided were more than sufficient, our shinobi village must learn to be self-sufficient if it is to develop over the long term. We cannot rely solely on purchases."
"The Land of Rice Fields was founded on agriculture, and its soil and climate are suitable."
"I surveyed the terrain, led the clan in reclaiming these mountain fields, and arranged for dedicated personnel to tend and cultivate them daily."
Guy nodded heavily and praised him. "Not bad. This is a good approach. You've done very well."
Moyochi En's eyes brightened. To receive Guy's praise was an honor to him.
Guy continued down the mountain.
Below the mountainside, the scenery