The aftershocks of Shimura Danzō's annihilation lingered long afterward on the land of Konoha.
The cheers of tens of thousands of civilians and ninjas nearly lifted the sky.
The darkness and decay that had been weighing on Konoha for forty years finally vanished completely with this one punch.
On the afternoon of the same day the public trial concluded.
The newly appointed Fifth Hokage Tsunade, Tsunade, swiftly signed a final purge order targeting the Konoha High Command:
Abolished the Council of Advisors and Elders completely!
The hundreds of hectares of fertile land, shops, and underground estates illegally seized by the Mitokado Homura and Utatane Koharu families were confiscated in accordance with the law and fully returned to the victimized civilians and the families of the fallen ninjas!
As for the final fate of these two arrogant and domineering old men...
The Senju the Great's judgment was extremely simple and brutal:
death penalty?
That's too good a deal for those two lazy bums who hold positions without doing any work!
Since he has spent most of his life in the office giving orders and claiming to be contributing to the village.
Then let them truly go to the grassroots level and shed their last drop of sweat for the streets and alleys of Konoha!
The next morning.
The sky was just beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn, and a gentle breeze was blowing.
At the intersection of Konoha's busiest and most crowded commercial street.
Two hunched, gray-haired figures stood stiffly beside a large trash can on the street.
It was none other than the once arrogant advisors and advisors of Konoha — Mitokado Homura and Utatane Koharu!
At this moment, the large, magnificent elder robes that symbolized power and nobility that the two men were wearing had already been stripped off completely.
Instead, it took its place.
It was an oversized, brightly colored, fluorescent green sanitation worker's windbreaker!
Eight large characters were specially written on the back with thick black ink:
[ Iron Fist Sanitation Workers: Labor is the Most Glorious!]
In their hands, each of them was given a large, heavy bamboo broom, more than two meters long, made of hard Black Iron Wood branches.
The heavy broom made the wrists of the two old men, who usually wouldn't even lift a water glass themselves, ache.
"Waaaaah... What a disgrace... This is absolutely a disgrace!"
Utatane Koharu, her face flushed a deep red, and murky tears streamed down her cheeks.
"I am the personal disciple of the Second Hokage! A veteran and trusted advisor who has served two Hokage!"
"They actually have to show their faces in the street and sweep up rotten vegetable scraps for those lowly people?!"
Mitokado Homura, standing next to him, was so angry that his lips turned purple and his glasses almost slipped off his nose.
He slammed the heavy broom onto the flagstone, panting heavily and gritting his teeth:
"I'm not sweeping anymore! I'd rather die than sweep!"
"Hunger strike! I will go on a hunger strike in protest! Senju Kenya is trampling on the laws of Konoha!"
Mitokado Homura crossed his arms, stiffened his neck, and struck a pose as if he were ready to die.
However.
Before his harsh words could even finish...
"Call--!"
A dull, piercing howl of wind suddenly tore through the sky!
"Boom!!"
A massive, jet-black sword, weighing several tons and as wide as a door, fell from the sky without warning!
The sword tip grazed Mitokado Homura's toes, piercing through the half-foot-thick bluestone pavement and disappearing all the way to the hilt!
The violent shockwave caused Mitokado Homura to stumble and fall awkwardly onto a muddy pile of garbage!
"Ouch! My tailbone!"
Mitokado Homura screamed in agony.
Immediately afterwards, a burly and fierce figure nimbly landed on the roof of a breakfast stall along the street.
Zabuza Momochi, shirtless, was biting into a skewer of freshly fried meatballs.
With a cold, chilling gaze, he looked down at the two old men on the ground:
"What's going on? You two retired cadres, who was that yelling about going on a hunger strike just now?"
Zabuza slowly drew his heavy black iron sword from the ground and gently patted Mitokado Homura's pale face with the still-dripping blood from the blade.
"The boss specifically instructed me to do this this morning."
"The entire main road, from the south gate all the way to the training ground on the back mountain, is under your full responsibility."
"Before dark, if I see a rotten vegetable leaf, a spit, or a piece of watermelon rind on the road..."
Zabuza grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp, shark-like teeth, his tone cruel:
"I'll tie you two old bastards to this black iron sword and use you as mops to drag you back and forth along the main road twenty times!"
"If you don't believe me, try throwing away the broom and see."
Looking at the black heavy blade that exuded a chilling killing intent, and feeling the icy touch on my face.
Mitokado Homura was so frightened that her whole body convulsed violently, and there were faint signs of fever in her groin.
"I'll sweep! I'll sweep right now!"
Mitokado Homura scrambled to his feet from the garbage heap, grabbed a broom taller than himself, and began frantically swiping across the stone pavement!
Utatane Koharu next to her, was so frightened that she held back her cries and grabbed a broom to frantically sweep up the dust on the ground, her movements as nimble as a seasoned cleaner!
This scene was utterly comical.
It instantly ignited the entire commercial street!
"Come and see! The former advisor elder is sweeping the street!"
"Hahaha! They're Tenten lecturing us on the radio about hard work and dedication, and now they finally have the chance to do it themselves!"
The ordinary middle-aged man who set up his stall early in the morning, and the young Genin who bought breakfast, all gathered around.
Pointing and gesturing, bursting into laughter!
"Hey, Elder Koharu, you haven't swept the fallen leaves here properly. Do Zabuza be lazy, or Lord Zabuza will dock your pay!"
One small vendor, who had once been extorted by the Root, deliberately threw his empty edamame shells on the ground, laughing as he joked.
Utatane Koharu, kept her head down, wishing she could shove her head directly into the trash can. She gritted her teeth, tears of humiliation welling up in her eyes, but she could only obediently sweep the edamame shells into the dustpan bit by bit.
Public anger was greatly aroused!
The resentment that had been building up in the hearts of the villagers for decades was transformed into unrestrained laughter and joy at this moment!
And not far away, at the second-floor window of a teahouse.
Senju Kenya leaned against the windowsill, holding a cup of sweet soy milk in his hand and a white jade pipe in his mouth, watching the street sweeping duo below with a sense of contentment.
Kato Yosuke stood beside him, smiling as he presented a brand-new, large-scale engineering blueprint that still smelled of ink:
"Boss, the cancerous growth of the old leadership has been completely eradicated, and the village is more stable than ever before."
"This is your order, Konoha's new core strategic plan for the next five years."
Kenya's gaze fell on the four powerful characters at the very top of the drawing, and he grinned, revealing a wild and domineering smile:
"The pests have been completely eliminated."
"Next, it's time to give Konoha a new, more powerful engine!"