Konoha's...
A ninja? Chiba's eyes widened bit by bit. His hand loosened, and the rolled-up pant leg fell with a plop against his leg.
That meant...
With that thought, the surprise on Chiba's face gradually faded, replaced by a joy he tried desperately—and failed—to suppress.
I'm still in the Naruto World. I escaped death! I don't know what happened, but I'm still in the Naruto World. I didn't transmigrate again!
There was nothing better than that! His heart was instantly swept away by ecstatic joy.
However, that ecstatic thought and the uncontrollable delight on his face did not last long. Chiba's expression quickly darkened. Once he knew he was still in the Naruto World, his mind became even more focused. Setting aside the question of whether he had transmigrated again, he grew more sensitive to his current situation.
But how did this Zong Mi know I was a Konoha ninja? I shouldn't have anything on me now that identifies me, and I never mentioned either Konoha or ninja.
Besides, I should have been unconscious from severe injuries—deeply unconscious, even. My consciousness had sunk into another space. There was no way I could have muttered in my sleep and exposed my identity.
Then how did he know who I was? Once his wild joy and delight faded, this wary thought rose in Chiba's heart.
He still could not be certain that he was safe. Zong Mi's words carried a potential danger for Chiba.
After all, he could not be sure whether Zong Mi was a ninja as well. Although Zong Mi looked thin and frail, his face weak and pale, as if he were malnourished and could be knocked over by a gust of wind.
But Chiba had been through quite a few vicious battles and faced many powerful opponents. He