The satisfaction and gratitude in Yuhi Qiang's heart were anything but false. In this cruel shinobi world, simply being able to believe that her life and efforts had meaning was a miracle in itself.
There was no denying that rebuilding prosperity from the ruins was far harder than Yuhi Qiang had imagined. It was grueling, time-consuming work. Like any undertaking of this kind, the road ahead was full of unknowns and uncertainties, and the slightest misstep could undo everything.
By comparison, the lives shinobi had led in the past seemed much easier.
Back then, they had needed to think about nothing beyond their orders. They simply completed missions like tools, stealing, robbing, and killing on instinct and impulse like wild beasts, because plundering was always easier and more direct than building.
Yet however simple and straightforward their old lives might have seemed, not a single shinobi wanted to return to those days. After shedding so much blood and so many tears, they had finally understood that such a life only seemed easy. Its price was endless suffering and despair.
They were, after all, people of flesh and blood, not tools for others to wield.
Without even realizing it, Yuhi Qiang's outlook had changed enormously.
She had originally come to this abandoned town simply because of a mission. But as time passed, she had developed a deep attachment to this land, as though rebuilding it were her calling.
This was not merely for the future development of the Yūhi Clan, but also for Konoha and these people who had suffered so much.
Of course, if she could get promoted and make a fortune along the way, all the better!
"Once the town is rebuilt, lots of people are bound to come here. When that happens, Lord Madara, Lady Shingetsu, you must