He had no interest in these villages themselves, but in the bloodline limits hidden within them.
Kusagakure had once taken in the surviving members of the Uzumaki Clan. However, they had no understanding of what such a bloodline could offer. They merely treated the Uzumaki as blood bags, using them as medical ninjas. That was the greatest waste.
Every member of the Uzumaki Clan was an outstanding jinchūriki. They possessed terrifying chakra reserves and physical advantages, a supreme bloodline inherited from Ōtsutsuki Kaguya.
The reason small villages remained small was not merely because they lacked strength, but because their vision was limited as well. If they could not resolve these two fundamental issues, they could never become powers in the ninja world!
At that moment, a group of terrified ninjas had gathered outside the hall. They had come to submit themselves. Even though they knew they would very likely be used as cannon fodder, if they did not submit, the fate awaiting them would be incomparably miserable. It was better to choose a path where they might survive.
The group looked at the spacious hall. The hall was practically the face of Dawn Hidden Village. Although Uchiha Yū did not care about the details of village construction, Shan Juhua had built the entire hall to be even more beautiful than a daimyo's palace, both to display the village's wealth and to preserve Uchiha Yū's dignity.
Even the walls were covered with inlaid jewels.
The group stood there uneasily. Even the village chief felt somewhat anxious. No one knew what fate awaited them. Perhaps a single sentence from the other side would bring about the destruction of their village. In the end, someone let out a soft sigh that sounded especially piercing in the empty hall.
Yet none of the village's