The smoke over the N-7 Sea Area gradually dispersed. Blood mingled with the bitter, salty waves, while shattered ships and broken masts rose and fell with the current, as though silently mourning this world-shaking battle. Within Hua Country, although the first signs of victory had only just appeared, an orderly postwar recovery was already taking shape. Civilians and soldiers carried building materials back and forth and treated the wounded. Though fatigue marked every face, their eyes burned with the light of survival and hope for the future. Beneath a makeshift tea shelter in one corner, two men sat facing each other, the atmosphere utterly unlike the bustle outside.
"Being unable to see is a blessing of sorts. There are simply too many filthy, despicable people in this world whom one cannot bear to look upon." Fujitora Issho spoke slowly, his broad palm rubbing the hilt of his Cane Sword as his vacant eyes "looked" across from him. "Yet here in Hua Country, what I have 'seen' is not plunder and chaos, but... order and reconstruction."
"Mr. Issho, please have some tea." A gentle voice sounded ahead. At some point, Chen Yu had appeared a short distance in front of him, holding a freshly brewed cup of hot tea that gave off a pure, refreshing fragrance.
"You have been in Hua Country for several days now, Mr. Issho. What you have witnessed is real. We founded this country not to dominate and plunder, but to carve out a haven in this troubled world and establish rules, so that the weak have support, the good can survive, and there are laws to rely upon and righteousness to follow. We did not wish for this battle, but we had no choice but to fight."
No guards surrounded Chen Yu. He was like someone