Then came another Tengai Shinsei. Never mind the countless properties destroyed, or how many people were left homeless, torn from their families, with their homes ruined and loved ones dead.
The death toll alone was beyond count. If this were an immortal cultivation world, the karmic flames alone would burn you until you disowned everyone you knew, and you would definitely be branded a demonic cultivator.
She had gotten a little off track again, but Hinata's thoughts on Nagato's argument were not wrong. He wanted to bring peace to the ninja world, and if he killed everyone in it, then the ninja world would be at peace, wouldn't it? Bro, nothing wrong with that.
As she spoke, Hinata arrived at Konoha's famous Tailor Street. As the name implied, the entire street was lined with tailor shops.
Hinata noticed that most of the people here were women over thirty. It was rare to see anyone else, so she stood out quite a bit.
Hinata... Well, there was nothing wrong with designing clothes, but being watched by so many people still made her a little embarrassed. She grumbled inwardly, Ladies, don't you bring your kids when you come here?
But what should she do? Hinata frowned slightly, then her eyes lit up. She had an idea.
Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, she immediately ran into an alley and began forming hand seals. When the smoke cleared, she looked about the same age and height as the ladies outside.
She had two moles on her face, slightly thick lips, and nothing but an ordinary bun hairstyle.
At a glance, she looked like a capable homemaker, the queen of haggling. If an ordinary person saw Hinata looking like this, they definitely would not dare raise their prices in private.