They were still recovering the bodies of their dead. Let me get that for you. Koyoharu was straining with her utmost effort to help some young folx lift beams to access old parts of the village. They were gathering broken homes, corpses, discarded weapons, and all other remnants of the destruction that was caused here. What had happened in mere moments, the villagers of this country took months to repair. In a blink of in eye merchants became refugees and neighbors memories. Though her face was mostly hidden by her mask, a scowl would still manage its way past. These people needed a home. The rubble that they collected they would move to the village outskirts like pruning dead leaves so the plant could thrive.
[Claiming Forest/Mori no Sato for now to take responsibility for Kumogakure’s destruction and begin repairs.]
[Claiming Forest/Mori no Sato for now to take responsibility for Kumogakure’s destruction and begin repairs.]
- Koyoharu, Tample Mercenary:
