He was not interested in these villages themselves, but in the Bloodline Limits contained within them.
Kusagakure had once taken in the surviving members of the Uzumaki Clan, yet they had no understanding of the potential of that bloodline. 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 exceptional Jinchuriki. They possessed terrifying chakra reserves and physical advantages, a supreme bloodline inherited from Otsutsuki Clan Kaguya.
The reason small villages remained small was not merely their lack of strength, but also their lack of vision. If they could not resolve these two fundamental problems, they would never become powers in the Shinobi World!
At that moment, a group of anxious ninjas had gathered outside the hall. They had come to submit themselves. Though they knew they might very well 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 survival was still possible.
The group looked at the vast hall. The hall was effectively the face of Dawn Hidden Village. Even if Uchiha Yuu did not care about the details of village construction, Shan Juhua had built the entire hall to be even more magnificent than a daimyo's palace, both to display the village's prosperity and to preserve Uchiha Yuu's dignity.
Even the reflected jewels covered every wall.
The group stood there uneasily. Even the village chief felt somewhat restless. No one knew what their fate would be next. Perhaps a single word from the other party would bring destruction upon their village. In the end, a soft sigh rang out, painfully piercing within the empty hall.
Yet none of the village's ninjas blamed the village chief