Times had changed from when we were little kids, people weren't all that nice and caring, if anything, everyone you met were monsters in disguise. every week someone else would die, every week rogues would try and bring down this small village down, I did as anyone else would, I stood and fought for this village, I risked my life for every man, woman and child who slept in their beds within these bamboo walls we built and I would risk my life every day for these people, because they're my people, they're my family and my friends.
This village had little to no military power, they were always being raided and I couldn't let these people get hurt without trying my hardest to keep them safe. we built a sturdy bamboo wall around the area, encased it with an oil treatment that refused to catch fire, we plowed the gardens and grew our own food, our water source coming from the waterfall that fell from a cliff nearby and entered the stream that ran through the middle of the village, our farm land was striving and so were our people.
we were the village of Ushinawareta Hitobito, homing only three hundred people, most were civilians who fled their own villages for safely and couldn't find safe enough accomodation anywhere else. we were a village that offered peace and new chances, we didn't fight or attack first, we were a protection village, solely focused on everyone's safety and health, giving aid to passing shinobi and estranged ninja. the only people we refused entry to were those who worked for Orochimaru, for the last time, he came looking for new test subjects and many had died protecting the woman and children.
after a long debate, we had four consultants and one leader, the leader, being me.
