Hiruzen Sarutobi and Shikato each took a steamed bun as well, eating as they chatted with the clan members nearby.
"How many people are in your family?"
"Are your children in school?"
"Is there anything else you need help with?"
The Uzumaki clan members were somewhat reserved at first, but they quickly began to open up.
Some spoke about their children's experiences at school, some talked about what they had learned working in the workshops, and others pulled Shikato aside to ask what plans were next for the West District.
Shikato ate his steamed bun as he took notes, not forgetting to tease them. "Are you trying to use me as a free consultant?"
The clan members laughed, and the atmosphere grew even warmer.
Kumoi walked slowly, eating his steamed bun as he observed this newly born community.
Some people were airing quilts in their courtyards, some were sorting vegetables by their doorsteps, and several young people had gathered to discuss something, likely matters concerning the workshops.
The clanging of construction came from the distance, from areas still being built.
Everything was so vibrant, so real.
Shui Yuan followed beside him, remaining silent the entire time.
When they reached a slightly quieter spot, Kumoi stopped and looked at him.
"Clan Head Shui Yuan."
"Yes."
Kumoi's gaze swept across the small buildings before finally settling on his face.
"Have you gotten used to it?"
Shui Yuan froze for a moment, then understood what he meant.
He lowered his head and remained silent for several seconds. Then he raised it again, his eyes red, though a smile rested on his face.
"Lord Hokage, to be honest..."
His voice trembled slightly.
"When we first arrived, I was afraid.
I was afraid the clan members wouldn't be able to fit in, afraid I wouldn't