Two faint golden figures descended from the clouds.
Shun and Yukari slowly landed in front of everyone.
Seeing her parents, Karin's tense nerves instantly relaxed. She lifted her skirt and ran over quickly.
She said, feeling wronged and angry, "Father! Mother! Those scoundrels just now were too much. Not only did they want to steal our supplies, they also wanted... they also wanted to do something disgusting to us."
Yukari opened her arms and hugged her daughter, smoothing her slightly disheveled red hair. "These scoundrels deserved to die. You did the right thing, there's no need to be soft-hearted towards such degenerates."
She pulled out a clean handkerchief and carefully wiped the mud off Karin's body.
Shun then looked at Izumi and the others, his tone filled with approval. "You did very well. You didn't back down in the face of insult, protecting yourselves and the refugees."
"Especially Izumi, you used the Genjutsu of your Three-Tomoe Sharingan to precisely subdue the enemy without relying on overpowered abilities. This control over the battle situation is excellent."
He changed the subject, his gaze sweeping over the refugee camp, "However, the battle just now also reminded you that the defense of the refugee camp cannot rely solely on the four of you."
"Among the refugees, there are craftsmen who can do carpentry, and civilians who understand herbs. You can mobilize them. Have the craftsmen build wooden carts to transport the elderly and weak, train civilians to be nurses, and then select able-bodied people to form a guard team, equipped with simple ninja tools. This will not only lighten your burden but also allow the refugees to learn to protect themselves, avoiding such insults again."
Upon hearing this, Izumi lowered her head in thought for a moment, then respectfully nodded. "It was my oversight. Thank you, Shun-sama, for your guidance. I will discuss it with the refugee representatives shortly to form a guard team."
Manaka and Shion also stepped forward. Manaka's bow and arrows were already put back into her ninja tool pouch.
Shion gently patted the dirt off her body and said, "Mother Yukari, if we encounter this trash again, we will still do the same."
Yukari smiled and took out several bags of pastries and clean water from a storage scroll, distributing them to the three.
"You've worked hard. Wipe your hands first and eat something. You did wonderfully today."
Karin held her mother's arm, happily eating her snacks.
Shun stood by, watching the interaction between his wife and daughters, his heart filled with satisfaction.
Personal action is often more effective than any lecture.
The battle just now was merely a test for them, to make them understand that "dignity cannot be insulted, and protection requires ruthlessness!"
As the sun set, cooking smoke curled upwards.
The craftsmen had already begun designing wooden carts, and several young girls proactively signed up for nurse training.
More than a dozen young men also raised their hands to join the guard team.
Although the refugee camp was still crude, the previous panic was gone, replaced by a vibrant sense of collective effort.
It was like a blade of grass that had straightened up after a storm, exuding tenacious vitality.
This mission was originally a test for their children, so Shun and Yukari did not stay long.
Before they left, Karin hugged her mother tightly. "Mom, don't worry, we will not only protect the refugees but also ourselves. We will return safely to the Land of Water."
"Good, we will wait for your good news in the Land of Water."
Shun raised his hand to open a spatial gate, took Yukari's hand, and slowly walked in. Yukari was a bit reluctant, taking one last look at her daughter.
The spatial gate slowly closed. Yukari leaned on Shun's shoulder, her voice filled with relief. "Fortunately, they are not only strong enough but also have firm hearts, not scared by those scoundrels."
Shun gently hugged her, his eyes full of anticipation. "For me, it's not difficult to improve my children's strength. The difficult part is to hone their hearts. I hope they will not only be very strong in the future but also have resilient inner selves."
The spatial gate closed, and the two had returned to the Land of Water Royal Palace.
Seeing the two return, the other consorts gathered around.
Sara said angrily, "Shun, you took Yukari to see Karin and the others, but you didn't take Miroku and me. We are also the children's mothers, you are too biased."
Shun explained, "This mission is an experience for the children. You cannot interfere with them, and in a little over ten days, the mission will be over. What is there to worry about?"
Tsunade bluntly interjected, "The Land of Fire is already in chaos. The Land of Lightning, the Land of Earth, the Land of Wind, and even the Land of Akatsuki are sending troops here. I feel uneasy. I also want to see Shiryu and know how that brat is doing now."
Chie nodded gently, her tone soft yet firm. "Shun, I also want to see Hamamaru."
Ami also followed up, "Seishin is the weakest, and he hasn't even awakened his Sharingan yet. I want to see his current situation with my own eyes."
Looking at the concern in the eyes of the three consorts, Shun opened a spatial gate.
"Alright, I'll take you now, but this is only once. You cannot disturb the children's training in the future. Only then can they become true powerhouses."
The other side of the spatial gate was the wilderness in the eastern part of the Land of Fire.
Broken swords and the remains of ninja tools were scattered everywhere, and distant sporadic battle fires could still be seen.
However, in a temporary camp not far away, there was a scene completely different from the surrounding chaos.
Wooden defensive barriers surrounded the camp, and patrolling refugee guard teams, holding ninja tools, looked vigilant but not flustered. This was the refugee camp led by Shisui.
Shisui participated in the Third Great Ninja War at the age of 8, and is now 22 years old, with extensive experience, so he managed the camp in an orderly manner.
In the center of the camp, three young figures showed no signs of "steadily executing the mission."
Shiryu, dressed in a blue training uniform, grabbed a thick log, and with a slight lift, hoisted it onto his shoulder.
He didn't forget to joke with the refugees nearby, "This wood is much lighter than yesterday's. If only it were as heavy as a bandit's spiked club."
Seishin stood on the watchtower, hands on the railing, swinging his legs, his black eyes vigilantly staring into the distance.
Yet he grumbled, "Why are there always these weak, frail rogue ninjas? There isn't even a decent powerhouse."
Hamamaru, dressed in a silver-white ninja uniform, used Ice Release to sculpt a small wolf-shaped ice sculpture, just about to hand it to a refugee child nearby.
He had awakened Ice Release some time ago and could unleash considerable power.
Shisui stood on a high point of the camp, his long black hair fluttering in the wind, exuding a powerful deterrent aura.
Several ninjas from the Land of Lightning peeked out from a distance, and upon seeing Shisui's figure, immediately retreated.
Ninjas of the great nations have their own law of survival, which is not to proactively provoke formidable powerhouses.
Shisui became famous in the Ninja World at the age of 9. Now at 22, he was at his peak, and no one dared to proactively provoke the camp he led.
Only some rogue ninjas would actively attack the camp.