Konoha had never been some messenger of justice. It only seemed relatively righteous because Naruto and Sasuke later became saviors of the world.
The Will of Fire it promoted was also "protect the village," not "protect the Shinobi World."
As for whether the Shinobi World was peaceful or not?
As long as the village was peaceful, that was enough.
After Asuma Sarutobi wrapped himself in bandages, Kiyoshi suggested they rest temporarily by the riverbank.
Beneath the large tree where Kiyoshi and Pakura had fought.
Bang!
Pakura fiercely hammered the tree. She did not refine Chakra, relying solely on the strength of her body.
The spot on the tree where she had rammed a deep pit into it became even deeper, and the tree was already on the verge of toppling over.
As she rose, a damp little puddle on the ground rippled slightly.
Pakura knew Kiyoshi had been humiliating her, one hundred percent.
She bit her lip as she straightened out her ninja combat uniform, then used the swaying tree to support herself as she stood.
Whenever she thought of Kiyoshi's dismissive hand motion, she could not suppress the anger in her heart.
What did he take her for?
Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded from nearby.
Pakura looked up and saw Baki, clutching his arm as he continuously leapt through the forest, using the trees for support.
His arm was nearly broken, and blood had soaked through the cloth wrapped around it.
That layer of cloth was meant to minimize the traces of blood falling to the ground.
"Pakura, it's good that you're all right."
Baki had thought Pakura had already been killed. Fortunately, she was safe and sound.
Kiyoshi was probably in a hurry to return and had not continued tangling with Pakura.
Pakura was a rare Kekkei Genkai