Back when the Uzumaki Clan was wiped out...
He had indeed sent Root shinobi there.
But after thinking back long and hard...
He did not seem to have done anything so outrageous or ruthless that it would have earned him an irreconcilable enemy.
Could... I be remembering wrong?
Danzo's brows furrowed deeply.
No matter how much turmoil stirred in the hearts of people across the shinobi world, the Sky Screen kept playing.
Sarada sent her trusted subordinates to the neighboring countries to approach local merchants, offering all sorts of generous terms and inviting them to do business in the Land of Rain, hoping to gradually revitalize trade within its borders.
The camera shifted, and the scene abruptly changed.
The next scene cut straight to Konoha.
This was Konoha more than twenty years later, and the entire village had long since been transformed.
Tall buildings rose from the ground, broad, level streets stretched in every direction, shops stood side by side, and bustling crowds filled the markets.
The village's residents were neatly and respectably dressed, their faces all wearing smiles of security and prosperity.
Under the rule of the Seventh Hokage, Naruto Uzumaki, Konoha flourished, its prosperity reaching unprecedented heights.
Only moments ago, everyone had been watching the dilapidated, desolate streets of the Land of Rain. Now, with wealth and poverty laid before them, the stark contrast left them with a tangle of emotions.
Compared with Konoha, it was practically the difference between a thriving metropolis and a primitive settlement.
Envious voices rose throughout the shinobi world.
"What a comfortable life! It's only been twenty-odd years, but the difference is already this huge!"
"I'm so jealous. I want to move to the Land of Fire right now! I wonder if it's too late."
On the Ninja Academy's playground, Naruto watched the