Including confiscating the spoils of war.
Arranging accommodations for the captured Mist Ninja prisoners.
And, most importantly, promptly treating and tending to the injured Ninja from their own village. Even after the war had ended, there was still an abundance of complicated work to do. But as the victors, the Snow Ninja had plenty of time to handle all these matters. By the time Naruto returned to the Land of Rainbow, the Snow Ninja there were carrying out their assigned tasks in an orderly fashion.
There was none of the chaos that should not have occurred.
Even the Mist Ninja prisoners, who had been arrested and separated into groups for supervision, were all behaving themselves. At least for a while after their defeat and capture, none of them would choose to cause trouble.
Naruto had returned.
Along the way,
the Snow Ninja who saw him all bowed with respectful expressions. An exceptional leader could not only bring them a peaceful, harmonious life, but also lead them step by step toward strength and prosperity. Faced with such a leader, every Snow Ninja now admired and revered Naruto from the bottom of their hearts.
"Lord Naruto!"
"Lord Leader!"
"Lord Naruto!"
As Naruto entered the camp, he returned the greetings of the Snow Ninja one by one, a smile in his eyes. Seeing how different his people seemed from before, a look of satisfaction also surfaced in his eyes. No matter how much confidence they had been given before, until they experienced it for themselves, it would always be as illusory as the moon reflected in water or a flower in a mirror. Even if the Snow Ninja Village truly became strong enough to rival any of the major ninja villages, nothing could be as direct or effective as a battle like this.