So, how many people had Uchiha Tenshu stolen from the various countries and brought to Crown Island?
The answer was one hundred thousand.
It sounded like a lot.
But in reality, for the vast Ninja Continent, it was merely a drop in the ocean. No one noticed at all.
Or rather, no one cared.
"Of course. Other than Lord Tenshu, who else could possibly feel even the slightest bit of pity for beings whose lives are as worthless as grass? Only you can shine warmth upon this world like the sun, bringing a little warmth to these ordinary civilians and allowing them to survive. I only hope these lowly commoners can understand your painstaking intentions and live on with hearts full of gratitude!"
Uchiha Sakurako knelt on the ground, devotedly singing Uchiha Tenshu's praises, her eyes filled with adoration.
As she spoke, she recalled the miserable state of those ordinary people before they had come here, and how they had been afterward. Her tone suddenly changed, and she could not help but feel a warning rise within her. A trace of killing intent appeared in her eyes as well. Clearly, she had thought of the group of lazy men he had executed a few days ago.
They had clearly possessed nothing, yet Lord Uchiha Tenshu had bestowed upon them the means to survive. And still, they greedily believed this was unclaimed land and wanted to run off into the wilderness to live. Instead of properly farming for Lord Tenshu, they thought that if they opened up new land, it would belong to them.
They truly did not know whether they were dead or alive.
"Did they not know that all land under heaven belongs to the sovereign, and all who dwell within it are his subjects?"
A cold gleam flashed