Konoha's Reconstruction and the Fallout

"Itachi, are you all right?"

"I'm fine!"

"But your eyes!" Uchiha Yoru said.

"I'll be fine even if I can't see clearly. Is everyone else all right?" Uchiha Itachi asked.

"Don't worry, they're fine. You know about Wood Release Cells, right? Orochimaru transplanted some into me. They can restore our eyesight!" Seeing no one else around, Uchiha Yoru spoke freely.

"I'm not going!"

Uchiha Itachi turned his head away in a huff.

"Why are you still like this? You'd just be letting him transplant something into you. Why can't you get past it?" Uchiha Yoru was at a loss. Why was Itachi acting like a child?

"Come on. Stay in bed until you've recovered, then I'll take you to Orochimaru," Uchiha Yoru said.

"What about the Daimyo?" Uchiha Itachi asked, changing the subject.

"What can we do? We'll deal with whatever comes. He was no saint himself!"

"But—"

"Don't worry. Worst comes to worst, I'll stop lazing around!"

"Really?"

"Nope!"

"I got stronger so I could stay home and do nothing!" Uchiha Yoru said.

"You! Shikaku and Tsunade are handling everything in the village now, so just get some rest!" Uchiha Yoru reassured him, then left the hospital room.

"Lord Yoru!"

A man in a yellow hat approached Uchiha Yoru.

"How's the Arcade rebuild coming along?"

"Almost done. But shouldn't we be rebuilding something for everyone else first?" The Construction Crew Captain looked uneasy.

Uchiha Yoru slipped an arm around his shoulders. "Everyone's feeling down, right?"

The captain nodded.

"But..."

"Wouldn't the Arcade cheer everyone up? And wouldn't that make Konoha's reconstruction go more smoothly?" Uchiha Yoru said with a straight face.

"But..."

"But what?"

"Wood Release: Great Pillar Houses!"

Dozens of wooden houses sprang up in an instant.

"Anything else?"

The captain shook his head frantically. Nothing else. Not