"The war is over."
The Kumogakure shinobi watched the retreating White Zetsu and sighed with emotions they could not name.
Should they have been happy, or should they have been sad?
Still, compared with Iwagakure, they had already gotten off lightly.
Thanks to their advantageous terrain and the Chakra Cannons they had developed, they had suffered far fewer casualties against the White Zetsu.
And they knew that this war was over.
The two masterminds behind it all, Madara Uchiha and Obito Uchiha, had already been captured.
They would no longer have to live in fear.
Cleaning up a battlefield after a war was always bloody and exhausting.
The people of Kumogakure recovered many bodies and buried them in a cemetery under heightened guard, engraving the honors of the fallen on rows of stone markers.
Perhaps this was the final honor they could bestow on those who had died protecting their home.
Both battlefields had suffered extensive destruction. On the battlefield against the White Zetsu, the Chakra Cannons had blasted one enormous crater after another into the ground.
If it rained and those craters filled with water, ordinary people who could not swim would drown if they fell in.
Still, filling craters that huge with rainwater might require driving that bank of dark clouds over from the Land of Rain.
The other battlefield was a different story.
Crater after crater was as large as a pond, some even larger than lakes. The entire landscape had been devastated beyond recognition.
Not a single person could connect the scene before them with what it had looked like before the war.
"Is this really still something humans can do?"
The Kumogakure shinobi who had come to clean up surveyed the terrain, the shattered mountain range in the distance, the blasted forest, and the pulverized