Capital of the Land of Fire.
As Uchiha Kyu and his party returned, countless people outside the city cheered and loudly proclaimed victory in the war.
Fireworks boomed across the sky, deafeningly loud, making even the heavens seem to tremble.
Fireworks beneath the setting sun carried a unique charm.
Brilliant fireworks welcomed the returning Konoha ninja, while the explosions overhead bid farewell to the heroic spirits who had fallen in this war.
This grand welcoming ceremony had naturally been arranged through the unspoken understanding of interested parties.
This was the era of the Fifth Hokage, the era of a peerless powerhouse like Uchiha Kyu, who had surpassed Hashirama and Madara Uchiha.
If they did not suck up now, then when would they?
If they were not proactive, how could they advance?
They wanted to rise through the ranks far too badly.
These people were not particularly strong, but they still harbored ambitions of climbing upward. Even a minor official post would be enough for them to relish becoming someone above others.
The Land of Fire was in desperate need of rebuilding. There were not only Konoha's established positions; in a place as vast as the Land of Fire, any random official post could make them rich beyond measure.
Opportunities were reserved for those who came prepared.
The time for lavish rewards had arrived. As long as the timing was right, even a pig could take flight.
The Land of Fire's former nobles had left with the Daimyo, and the wealth they left behind had all been confiscated and sealed away.
That wealth could basically be considered Uchiha Kyu's personal property. He could use it however he wanted, and no one would object.
"Fugaku, Minato's side still hasn't returned. Looks like we got back first."
After learning that they were the