Do-Gooder (Continued)

At that moment, judging by their expressions, they seemed to be planning to stop Matatabi.

Compared to Matatabi, it truly felt like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Setting aside the fact that they were already old, this group did not even have a single jonin among them, yet they were trying to stop a tailed beast—even if this was not the tailed beast's final form.

Didn't they see that, regardless of the reason, the powerful Cloud Ninja had already begun retreating?

But if one stood in these old people's shoes, one would realize how natural this was.

Setting everything else aside.

These old people had lived here since childhood and had always regarded this place as home. How could they possibly stand by and watch Artisan Ninja Village be destroyed bit by bit by something so utterly beyond everyone's expectations?

So they came. Their courage was admirable, perhaps, but there was no doubt that coming here was no different from seeking death.

Mabui watched and muttered inwardly, Idiots.

Yet for some reason, she thought of something. If a similar scene were to happen in her own village one day...

What would she do? There was no need to think about it. She already knew.

And so, she somewhat understood what these people were thinking.

These principles were not complicated. She simply had never given them any thought before.

Of course, she was not the only one moved. Or rather, as long as they were not truly cold-blooded and heartless, everyone present was probably affected to some extent.

Just then, Matatabi sent an old man flying dozens of meters with a single slap. He crashed into the ground, his fate unknown.

Suddenly, a green figure shot out from a distant corner of the area at an astonishing speed, charging