After Zhou Yang started behaving himself, the dining table finally no longer looked like a battlefield. The servants and cooks, who had thought Zhou Yang was about to gorge himself, also breathed a sigh of relief.
About half an hour later, the table had returned to its previous state. After the servants cleared away the plates, bowls, and other utensils, they served each of them a cup of tea. Hanzo suddenly raised a hand and ordered, "You may all leave." Under Zhou Yang's surprised gaze, the enormous house gradually emptied until only the two of them remained.
"Go on. What were you thinking about earlier?"
Seeing Hanzo's serious expression, Zhou Yang thought, So this uncle noticed.
Since Hanzo had already brought it up, Zhou Yang went along with it and explained his idea.
"One idea I just had was to make everyone into ninjas."
"Everyone into ninjas? Don't tell me you mean that literally."
"That's right. Literally."
"Are you crazy? Leaving aside whether the people would even want to learn, do you have any idea how many resources it would take? And the teachers, the school locations—do you know how much money that would cost?"
"But this is the only way to strengthen the foundation of the Land of Rain."
"This idea would indeed increase the strength of the Land of Rain, but didn't you hear the problems I just raised? Even a prosperous country like the Fire Country would not dare to imagine something like this. How could our impoverished country possibly accomplish it?"
"Doing it all at once is naturally impossible. My idea is to start with the Rain Ninja Village and its surrounding areas."
"But that would still require a great deal of resources, and this fighting force could not possibly take shape in the short term.