After the Land of Rain and Konoha officially established trade relations, the mood across the country visibly improved.
At first, there were only a few small orders.
Waterproof fabrics, moisture-resistant wound medicine, and handwoven rain gear were all inexpensive little things. Each order brought only a slim profit, nowhere near enough to make anyone rich.
But for the people of the Land of Rain, who struggled even to get enough to eat, this was already a tremendous blessing.
At least the things they made with their own hands could be exchanged for money.
Their lives had something to look forward to. Now that they had a starting point, the future could only get better.
Day after day passed.
Konoha gradually expanded its cooperation with the Land of Rain.
The miscellaneous handicrafts, ordinary medicinal herbs, and simple rainproof equipment it had initially dismissed were now all being purchased through a centralized system.
Small goods that once had no market and could only rot locally now all had reliable sales channels.
Not only that, Konoha also built factories directly within the Land of Rain.
They created jobs and helped the impoverished Land of Rain develop.
Anyone who saw it could only marvel at the Seventh Hokage's benevolence.
The ordinary people of the Land of Rain felt especially warmly toward Konoha, their hearts full of gratitude.
Watching the profits in the ledger steadily rise and the goods leave the warehouse in orderly shipments, Sarada felt genuinely happy as well.
Holding the accounts, she could not stop the corners of her mouth from lifting, her face bright with an easy smile.
"These past few months of hard work haven't been wasted."
Just as Sarada was enjoying her good mood and planning the next round of road repairs and food stockpiling, something happened.
The door