The evacuation from the Valley of Hell proceeded without the slightest chaos.
More than a hundred of Naruto Uzumaki's Shadow Clones formed a cold, efficient moving wall. In silence, they carried out their orders, reorganizing the Blood Pool clan members who had just been pulled from despair according to a rigorous military procedure.
Information registration, injury assessments, group assignments...
The entire process was so fast it was suffocating, without a single unnecessary word.
A young man named Red Blood, still possessing some strength, was the fifth to receive biscuits and water. He wolfed them down, then turned to find a corner to rest.
A hand like an iron clamp blocked his path.
A Shadow Clone stood expressionlessly before him, extending its other hand to point at a middle-aged woman nearby who was struggling to support her elderly mother.
Red Blood froze.
The Shadow Clone said nothing. It merely withdrew its hand, pointed at the food in Red Blood's hands, then pointed at the woman who needed help.
The meaning could not have been clearer.
Red Blood's face instantly flushed crimson. He understood. In this group, those who received survival resources first had to shoulder greater responsibility. He hesitated briefly, but eventually gritted his teeth and strode over. Taking the old woman, who was nearly collapsing, from the middle-aged woman's hands, he carried her on his back.
The surrounding clanspeople witnessed the scene, and the confusion and fear they had just begun to feel toward the future were replaced by an entirely new, unfamiliar emotion.
This was the new master's first iron rule.
Rights and responsibilities were equal.
Under the Shadow Clones' escort, the group set off from the Valley of Hell. These Shadow Clones were both bodyguards and laborers. They carried the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled who truly could