Sakumo was perceptive. He reached out and patted his older brother Danzo on the back.
At that moment, a subtle change had already come over the villagers around them.
They no longer whispered among themselves or stole furtive glances at Danzo. Instead, an indescribably complicated expression appeared on every face, and they openly turned their gazes on him, full of admiration and respect.
To the villagers, Danzo, standing at the head of the Eastern Front, suddenly seemed radiant and towering!
What was all that about him not caring about casualties among his soldiers?
He was a hero who had completely cast aside such "narrow-minded" thinking, comparable to the First and Second Hokage!
More of a Hokage than the Hokage himself!
At least the people had not heard of many heroes bearing the surname "Sarutobi"!
An unbroken succession of the same surname appearing on the Memorial Stone-this had happened before. This generation of Konoha's people had all lived through it.
At the end of the First Shinobi World War, it had been the name "Senju," read aloud by the Second Hokage Tobirama Senju!
Several people in the Eastern Front ranks had tears streaming down their faces. They were the last surviving members of the Shimura Clan on the Eastern Front.
The burly men around them held them tight. It certainly had not been their strength that had allowed them to survive in the Shimura company.
It had been the care their elders had shown the younger generation. The inner turmoil they had faced upon returning to empty homes was unknown to outsiders.
The surname "Shimura" finally stopped coming. The Third's voice remained resonant, and the remaining list of the Eastern Front's fallen was still far from short.
"Let us observe a moment of silence for the heroes who fell on