"This sucks," Kenji muttered to the Blood Clone currently carrying the other end of the pile of boards. "It's hardly our fault they got away. Those Leaf ninja screwed it all up."
"Hey, no argument from me, boss," the Blood Clone responded. "I'd rather not waste my existence rebuilding a giant barn. We should be out tracking these guys down!"
"It's not a barn, it's a high-end resort," Mugiwara-sensei snapped, seemingly appearing out of thin air to scowl at her student. "And one which those missing-nin trashed. You know, the ones who got away because you weren't able to track them fast enough?"
"It was night and the whole damn forest was on fire," Kenji muttered. "And anyway, I still would have gotten their trail if those Leaf ninja hadn't wasted so much time."
"It's a poor workman who blames his tools, and a poor ninja who makes excuses," Mugiwara-sensei said virtuously. "Now hurry up and get those boards to the workmen, double time!"
"Yes, sensei!" Kenji and his Blood Clone chorused, shifting from their resentful trudge into a rapid trot. Mugiwara-sensei was no more happy about being stuck here than the team was, and none of them wanted to stress her temper any farther than it already was.
Two hours later, they had delivered two more palettes of bird's-eye maple boards for the workmen laying the floor, three of polished slate for the patio, and were helping Kashigawa gather up the flooring that had been crushed when the enemy created that giant pile of rock on the second floor. They paused in their labors as two men wandered by. The shorter, fatter one was clearly the owner. The tall, spare man beside him was the ninja commander for the region. The commander had a face like iron; it gave almost nothing away. Still, he was apparently irritated enough that some of the frustration was leaking. Or maybe he was showing it deliberately as subliminal messaging to the obnoxious little puffed-up toady that walked next to him.
"—a bit more than restoration," the commander observed. "I don't recall your patio being floored with a water-themed mosaic in sixteen colors of high-grade slate. Wasn't it simply flagstone? Your insurance policy did not cover improvements."
"Oh, no, that was absolutely the way it was!" the owner replied, his eyes wide in overblown innocence. It was just adorable when civilians tried to be deceptive. "Besides, we've been paying protection money for over a decade. These attackers didn't seem terribly subtle to me—they smashed the place! Destroyed it! While those very expensive ninja were on guard, no less. Surely we are entitled to proper reimbursement?"
The commander considered the man calmly. "My reports indicate that the enemy fought with kunai, taijutsu, and water- and earth jutsu. And that the fight happened in the main building. How exactly did the adjacent building which was, coincidentally, the older and less opulent of your buildings, end up on fire?"
"The guests in the first floor of the main building had an oil lantern burning," the civilian owner said earnestly. "It spilled when that giant rock wall landed on it, and the oil splashed over to the second building."
"I see," the commander said doubtfully. "How unfortunate."
"I know! Terribly unfortunate! Still, always some good with the bad, eh? We'll rebuild it and it'll be better—er, just as good as originally. Might even make some good advertising. Give people a shiver, staying in a place where there was a big important battle."
"I think—"
"Excuse me," said a new ninja, striding up. He was taller even than the commander and as wide as an oxcart with pale skin and spiky black hair. His lower face was covered in bandages and the hilt of a truly enormous sword stuck up over his shoulder. The thing was so enormous it could probably serve as a shield as well as a weapon.
"May I help you?" the commander said, one foot sliding back into a ready-but-not-threatening stance. He unconsciously placed himself between this unknown ninja and the pustulent little fraudster civilian who, unfortunately, was a good taxpayer and therefore due protection.
"Yes," the foreign ninja said, stopping a polite distance back and showing his hands unthreateningly. "I heard about the attack. Apparently one of the ninja involved wore a barrel on his back?"