I opened a shop on the Astral Train

Ying walked toward the village, and the Shogunate warriors hurriedly stopped her.

"Miss."

Ying stepped forward before the warrior could finish speaking. "I'm just going to see how the people in this village live. Is that okay?"

The warrior hesitated, and Ying took out the pickup card. "I have a lot of food here, and I want to donate it to the villagers."

Without another word, Ying materialized one ton of rice onto the open ground.

The Shogunate warriors hesitated. Their duty was to prevent outsiders from roaming freely, but they knew Inazuma's dire situation well. This food could save lives.

After a moment of internal struggle, they chose to let Ying pass.

Ying entered the village.

Despite it being mealtime, only a few thin wisps of smoke curled from chimneys. The villagers walking the streets were skeletal, their eyes dull and lifeless.

Ying turned to the Shogunate warriors behind him. "Gather all the villagers. They need food."

The warriors were stunned. In these times, who would willingly give away food?