Sunagakure’s Internal Strife

The morning light had barely brightened, the smoke of battle had yet to disperse, and corpses carpeted the ground. Crows cawed from the trees while vultures circled overhead, waiting for the Konoha Ninja below to finish clearing the field so they could feast. This fertile grassland had been watered with blood. Next year's grass would grow even more lushly. The war was over.