Day three.
Sunny.
Jin sat at the table and chairs set up outside the shop, staring blankly at the sky.
For the past two days, he had nearly gone stupid from practicing his new internal art.
Now, he had come out to take a breather.
Hachidai had already left yesterday.
There were hardly any people left in the Uchiha Clan Compound now, only the occasional ordinary civilian.
With the Young Clan Head heading out to war, there was no way the Uchiha Clan would send only a handful of people.
Naturally, seventy percent of the clan's ninja had been deployed with him.
The spectacle was enormous. Even quite a few people in Konoha knew that Fugaku had gone to the front lines.
Only a very small number of Uchiha Clan Members remained to maintain order in Konoha.
It gave Jin a sense that it had been deliberate.
As for Konoha itself, no one was particularly worried.
At a time like this, there were very few people who dared cause trouble in Konoha.
Whether the Uchiha were present or not made little difference. If anything, their presence made the residents uncomfortable.
When he changed clothes and went outside, he had not heard many good things said about the Uchiha.
"Everyone else has gone to the front lines to fight, so why are you still here taking it easy?"
Uchiha Nobi handed Jin a warmed-up bento.
He had watched the clan's ninja bustle about, with many of them dispatched to the front lines.
The village's other ninja were the same. There were barely any ninja to be seen in Konoha now.
Yet Jin still looked completely relaxed.
"You think I want to be?"
Jin sighed helplessly.
White Fang was practically being worshipped by the village right now. As White Fang's teammate, Jin