By then, the sun had already pierced through the rolling clouds and was sinking westward.
Uchiha Chen walked home alone.
He rubbed his shoulder, feeling somewhat tired.
He had just accompanied Minato to apologize to Uncle Nishimura. He had also received another round of Uncle Nishimura's Genjutsu baptism.
Uchiha Chen only felt that his head was muddled, as though it had been stuffed full of paste.
All he could do was silently curse Uncle Nishimura to remain single for the rest of his life—and for his important right hand to be broken as well.
Uchiha Chen quickened his pace. He was feeling quite hungry.
Hm?
He suddenly stopped.
Years of training had given him a certain degree of perception.
"Come out."
Yet no one answered. Under the night sky, the surroundings were deathly silent; even the cicadas had stopped chirping.
Suddenly, two pitch-black Kunai shot straight toward Uchiha Chen's chest.
"Tch."
Uchiha Chen felt rather helpless.
In his previous life, when people met, at most they would ask, "Have you eaten?"
How warm and friendly was that?
But when ninja met, they liked to greet each other with Kunai. At the slightest disagreement, several Kunai would come flying at your face.
Although that thought flashed through Uchiha Chen's mind, his hands were not slow in the slightest.
Two Shuriken precisely struck the Kunai, knocking them off course.
Throughout the entire process, Uchiha Chen seemed not to have made any movement at all.
After knocking away the Kunai, Uchiha Chen did not stop.
Several more Shuriken flew toward the direction from which the Kunai had been thrown.
The instant the Shuriken drew near, a wooden log suddenly appeared in that spot.
The Shuriken struck the wooden log.
Uchiha Chen simply waited for the other party's next move.
The person opposite him