A month later.
Ever since Namikaze Minato and Uchiha Fugaku returned to the village, the general atmosphere in Konoha seemed to take on a strange new flavor. Originally, the villagers talked of nothing but the war and this or that hero. But now, entirely different voices had suddenly begun to emerge.
The most direct indicator of this shift was the old men and women living in the orphanage. Despite their advanced age, they practically controlled most of the intelligence in the village, whether true or false. Every morning after breakfast, they would leave the orphanage in trickles and wander off to various gathering spots for the elderly scattered across the village—beneath a certain large tree, outside the compound gates of certain ninja clans, or at favorite spots for walking dogs and cats.
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