Main World.
Konoha Year 30, summer.
Country of Roran, West City Resettlement Area.
This area had been designated just two months earlier. It had originally been a stretch of abandoned sand. It was neither far from the Royal Palace nor particularly close.
Several rows of newly built houses stood along the planned lines. The walls were made of pale yellow earth mixed with sand and stone, thick and breathable. A layer of dried palm leaves covered the roofs. A narrow flagstone path ran in front of the houses, with a few newly transplanted drought-resistant shrubs on either side. Their leaves were still drooping, but their roots had taken hold.
The first group of Uzumaki Clan members had already moved in.
Most were elderly people, women, and children. There were younger adults too, but they made up a smaller proportion. Some were sorting their luggage, some were sprinkling water outside their houses to settle the dust, and some sat on the thresholds, staring blankly at this unfamiliar land. After living in tents for so long, they suddenly had walls and roofs and no longer knew quite how to sit.
Little Tsunade stood at the entrance to the Resettlement Zone, clutching a newly delivered list. She wore a light gray short jacket, its sleeves rolled up to her forearms, with a medical bag hanging at her waist. She had just hurried back from the Relief Station, the sweat on her face not yet dry, when she was called here again and told that another group had arrived.
She saw several elderly Uzumaki Clan members climbing down from a flatbed cart. Their steps were unsteady, their movements slow. She was about to approach when she saw Ryukōshi coming from the other side. Golden hair flashed in the sunlight. Ryukōshi spotted her first and