But those voices were soon drowned out by the crowd's discussions.
Most ordinary people did not care what the Uchiha stood to gain from the treaty, nor how the nobles of different countries would maneuver against one another.
They cared about only one thing.
Whether war would break out again.
They did not understand what the Rinnegan meant, nor how vast the Uchiha's power truly was.
But they had seen the ruins war left behind.
Precisely because they had seen them, they hoped all the more that peace would last.
As airships flew over the land and leaflets drifted into countless homes, the fear and exhaustion that had long weighed on people across the countries finally found an outlet.
Many took to the streets, rushing to spread the news.
"With the Uchiha possessing that kind of power, who would dare start a war on a whim?"
"This time, peace might really last."
"As long as we don't have to flee our homes again, life will gradually get better."
Ordinary people knew nothing of the exchanges of interests behind the treaty, nor what kind of order the Uchiha would establish through it.
They saw only hope.
It was a hope that refused to die completely, even after war had shattered it so many times.
While countries across the shinobi world buzzed over the peace treaty, Obito remained bent over a scroll in a dim underground hideout, studying its jutsu formula.
Intricate runic patterns covered the stone table.
He dismantled and reconstructed different versions of the Impure World Reincarnation jutsu formula one by one, then recorded the new changes.
Obito had been researching it for a long time.
Ordinary Impure World Reincarnation could summon the dead, but it could not fully reproduce Madara Uchiha's Rinnegan.
If Madara were summoned in an ordinary