As they gazed at the rows of new houses that had risen from the ground, giving off a faint woody fragrance,
the villagers who had been crammed into temporary tents, their bodies still reeking of sour sweat,
in an instant,
all froze.
Their eyes widened, their hands and feet trembling.
Their eyes reddened at an unbelievable speed.
"I... I'm not seeing things, am I?"
A civilian carrying an old kettle with worn corners felt his hand tremble.
Clang!
The kettle fell onto the muddy ground, spilling its cool water everywhere and leaving a wet, dark patch in the soil.
"How did my shabby, leaky little side house turn into such a grand two-story wooden building?!"
"Boo-hoo... Heaven has finally shown us mercy!"
Beside him, a middle-aged woman clutching a tattered bundle plopped down in a pile of rubble and sobbed, tears and snot streaming down her face.
"Just last night, I was soaking in muddy water in the tunnels until my bones ached."
"I thought I'd spend all day digging broken bricks out of the mud."
"And now even the beds are made?!"
"It was Lord Sen! Lord Sen Senju did this with divine powers!"
Someone in the ruins screamed hysterically in a harsh, cracking voice.
At once,
the whole of Konoha, which had been deathly silent moments before, erupted.
Tens of thousands of homeless civilians, along with exhausted Genin and Chunin covered in mud, swarmed onto the newly laid streets.
As though searching for a god,
they shouted and called out, searching for the boy who had worked this miracle.
Meanwhile,
Sen slowly walked out of a newly built house.
He still had half a slightly sour, faintly bitter Mutant Giant Apple between his teeth.
With his old straw hat on backward and both hands in his pockets,
his