Three days later.
Yan raced all the way toward Kusagakure.
In the distance, the outline of Kusagakure gradually came into view.
It was a village surrounded by lush vegetation, nestled within a valley and encircled by rolling mountain peaks.
Sunlight spilled across the mountains, casting them in a golden glow.
The village houses were arranged in neat layers, with wisps of smoke curling up from their chimneys.
The instant Yan stepped into Kusagakure, he immediately drew the vigilance of its ninja.
Though that was hardly surprising.
Yan had made no effort to avoid anyone on his way in, looking every bit like he had come to start trouble.
After all, now that I'm this strong, if I still acted timid and sneaky, wouldn't that make all this strength a waste?
As for international repercussions, Yan wasn't afraid of them at all.
For villages that liked to switch sides, they needed a sharp wake-up call to remind them who was really in charge.
With the way Sarutobi Hiruzen always raised the matter high only to let it down gently, it was no wonder others looked down on Konoha.
"Who are you? How dare you trespass into Kusagakure!" a Kusagakure ninja demanded sharply.
Yan remained expressionless. He merely raised his head slightly and said coldly, "Get lost!"
The Kusagakure ninja frowned and drew their weapons, their sharp blades gleaming with a chilling light beneath the sun.
Before long, more and more Kusagakure ninja arrived at the village entrance, glaring at Yan with unfriendly expressions.
At that moment, a Kusagakure jonin parted the crowd and stepped forward.
Seeing how arrogant Yan was, and that he bore no identification such as a forehead protector, the jonin could not quite make up his mind and said sternly.
"Young man, where did you come from, and