Besides the crucial issue of land, what remained was population.
Not people for live experiments, but people to live on the island.
After all, the Land of Waves was an island nation. Before Muzan arrived, it had merely been a somewhat larger fishing village. Forget all kinds of skilled personnel—even meeting basic needs had been a blessing. The Land of Waves had barely developed to this point by relying on fishing resources; that was already its limit.
But the industry and innovations needed next could not possibly be accomplished by Muzan alone. They needed a large number of people.
People with a certain amount of knowledge, at that. Otherwise, a large population would not be a demographic dividend, but a demographic black hole.
Looking out at the newly established laboratories and factories, all of which required a great many people, he practically wanted to offer them "blessings."
"I really am an utterly evil capitalist."
With those two matters decided, the Blood Moon Organization's tasks now had a direction to move toward. Muzan would continue his experiments, while the others would find a way to establish contact with the surrounding daimyo.
They also needed to gather the wandering children from the war, or simply go to other small villages. Not everyone could afford to raise children; some people were born as mistakes. But Muzan could give them a choice—a chance to survive.
"Muchuan, I need to go there myself."
They had no suitable talent for social matters, and it concerned their future development. It was safer for Muzan to go himself.
At the same time, in the region where Konoha was located.
Having suffered two consecutive blows, the Nine-Tails incident and the rebellion had caused the deaths of a great many ninja. At the same time, the village had yet to