Sasuke's views cut straight to the heart of the matter. Unfortunately, very few people ever listened to what he had to say.
Most of the people on this battlefield only thought he was getting in the way.
Only a tiny minority truly understood that, harsh and extreme as his words were, he was not actually wrong.
Shingetsu understood his point, of course. Simply resurrecting these people would treat the symptoms, not the cause.
Without resolving all their underlying problems, it would only be a matter of time before these rotten people started fighting again.
But Shingetsu had never intended to solve every problem in one go, either. It had taken her ten years to gradually steer her own shinobi world onto the right track.
Even now, there was still a mountain of messes waiting for them to sort out when they returned.
And this was the Fourth Shinobi World War, a point in time when countless tragedies had already happened and could no longer be undone. The difficulty of reform had instantly shot up to hellish levels.
Shingetsu had simply exhausted too much of her stamina. Otherwise, the moment that mountain of corpses and sea of blood appeared, she would have been so frightened that she would have grabbed everyone and fled!
Shingetsu was not arrogant enough to think that a handful of outsiders could clean up this devastated mess in just a few days.
They were only passing through this space-time, after all. Their willingness to stay and help clean up was entirely out of consideration for Hashirama and Madara from their original world. No one could expect them to do more.
If anything was truly going to change, that enormous burden would ultimately have to fall on the people native to this world.
"Sasuke, I understand your concerns."