Did They Argue?

The attribute bonuses to his own body made Yang Xing realize that his current physique had reached the level of a full-fledged Chunin, and with further effort, he would only grow more formidable.

Moreover, the most important thing was the enhanced version of his Sharingan; his current peak strength was truly unfathomable.

"Still, come to think of it, the Evolution Fruit is quite something."

Staring at the image of the fruit on his phone, Yang Xing considered whether he should use it to evolve his Sharingan into a two-tomoe state. But evolving it just like that felt like a waste; it shouldn't take long for a single-tomoe to evolve on its own.

The Evolution Fruit, however, could raise any achievement, aura, or skill by one level, completely ignoring all other prerequisites.

Using it just to go from one tomoe to two felt like a bit of a waste.

Yang Xing was feeling conflicted, and just as he was hesitating, he heard footsteps nearby. Hearing someone approaching from behind, he immediately put his phone away.

Turning his head, he was surprised to see it was Obito.

Obito's expression was a bit strange as he slowly drew closer.

Yang Xing frowned and asked, "Is something the matter?"

"That, it's just that... what I said to you today?"

"Huh?"

"Anyway, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean it like that." Obito bowed, his face flushed with a hint of guilt.

"Oh, that thing." If the guy hadn't brought it up, Yang Xing would have truly forgotten about it.

Of course, from the very beginning, Yang Xing hadn't taken it to heart. Hearing Obito bring it up, he couldn't help but curl his lip, smiling faintly as he said, "What you said wasn't the truth, so there's nothing to apologize for. I can't control what everyone thinks in their hearts."

Yang Xing's smile was a bit cold. Obito understood clearly that behind this smile lay a cold, arrogant distance that kept people at bay.

This powerful guy in front of him certainly had the capital to be this cold.

However, there was something he had to say.

"Thank you for saving me." Obito bowed, clearly understanding that there was no need for further small talk, and left after saying that one sentence: "I really did want to say I'm sorry."

Watching that slightly lonely back, Yang Xing frowned.

But the frown was only slight, and it immediately smoothed out: "What kind of game is this brat playing? Well, a brat is a brat; better not to get involved with this guy."

Regardless, Yang Xing had understood from the start that compared to Kakashi, Obito was clearly more troublesome and harder to get along with.

Besides, he hadn't come here to make friends, and he didn't want to play house with these people.

For the sake of his goals and his harem, everything he did was for himself.

Of course, right now, besides himself, there seemed to be one more person who needed his attention.

That girl really thought she could hide from him now that he possessed the Sharingan.

"Ahem..." Yang Xing sighed with emotion, and suddenly pointed to a large tree not far away: "Damn, that's a huge spider over there, and so many little ones too."

"Eek! Where, where?" A girl's shout rang out, and a ponytail came into view. Anko jumped out, clearly startled, and rushed toward Yang Xing's side: "Don't scare me, where, where is it?"

Yang Xing: "..."

Yang Xing didn't laugh; there wasn't a trace of a smile, he just quietly watched Anko, who was just over fourteen, youthful, lively, and a little bit cute.

Being stared at like that by Yang Xing, Anko's little face turned red, looking somewhat like a red apple.

"I just happened to be looking for a place to relieve myself when I saw that guy following you. I originally thought he was looking for trouble." As Anko spoke, her expression shifted, and she put her hands on her hips, acting quite triumphant: "I came to help you, hey, shouldn't you thank me properly?"

"Alright, alright, I thank you very much." Yang Xing sighed, opened his arms, and said with a look of gratitude: "I am very grateful for your great kindness. To express my thanks, let me give you a sincere hug."

"Mm-hmm, as long as you know... Eek! Don't actually hug me, you perverted brat! You—where are you touching, you little hooligan!"

Anko hadn't expected Yang Xing to actually hug her, and this little scoundrel had placed his hands on her prized backside while holding her. Feeling his movements, she jumped away in a fright, looking at Yang Xing's smiling face.

This made her stomp her feet in anger, her face flushed red, and she turned and left—or rather, she ran away.

Looking at her panicked appearance, she was truly shy.

Until that figure disappeared into the distance, Yang Xing remained full of smiles, staring at his own hands with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Tonight was destined to be sleepless!

Early the next morning, everyone packed their luggage, ready to set off.

The sun had just peeked over the horizon, and dew still clung to the leaves.

"Hey, that..." After packing some things and shouldering his backpack, Yang Xing saw Anko up ahead while walking and couldn't help but want to greet her.

Anko turned her head, frowned, and pouted: "Don't talk to me, you little hooligan!"

It seemed this girl was still angry.

Yang Xing, not wanting to apologize, just let her be. After walking a few steps, whether intentional or not, she turned her head and stuck her tongue out at him.

Yang Xing couldn't help but smile; Anko was actually quite cute like this.

But was this really the same mature woman as before?

"Hmm, Yang Xing, did something happen between you and Sister Anko?" The unusual behavior of Yang Xing and Anko had been noticed by someone, and Rin Nohara didn't even hesitate to lean in closer.

"Nothing much."

"But she seems to be in a bad mood, she even glared at you just now." Rin Nohara blinked her eyes and asked eagerly, "Did you have a fight?"

"Well, something like that." With his hands behind his head, Yang Xing looked completely indifferent.

Upon hearing this, however, Rin Nohara clenched her small fists and couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "That's great!"

"What did you just say?"

"Mm-mm!" Rin Nohara shook her head, her smile sweet and bright. "Nothing at all! By the way, would you like some tea? I brewed it this morning; it's a family recipe that's very good for refreshing the mind."

She took a bottle of tea she had prepared earlier from the small bag on her back and handed it over with a smile, looking as if she had been ready with the drink for a while.

"Then, thanks." Without saying much more, Yang Xing took the tea bottle she handed him.

He put it to his lips and took a light sip.

It was crisp and invigorating, and the taste was truly excellent, causing even Yang Xing's furrowed brows to relax.

Watching Yang Xing suddenly perk up, a smile tugged at the corners of Rin Nohara's mouth. She couldn't help but glance at Anko, who was watching them coldly from not far away, and her smile grew even more pronounced.

This caused Anko, in the distance, to secretly grit her teeth in frustration.

With his mood relaxed, Yang Xing remembered something he had forgotten last night.

"I almost forgot to check the mission. I didn't even look at the one I accepted yesterday. It's all that girl's fault; I was so distracted I nearly forgot about it."

"A-rank mission: Kill a Jonin to prove your strength. I believe you can certainly accomplish this. Time limit: within one day."

"A kill mission? And a Jonin at that? Could it be that a Jonin is going to ambush us?" Looking at the mission, a sense of vigilance rose in Yang Xing, and he moved a little closer to Rin Nohara.

If he had to protect someone, it would definitely be Rin first; after all, she was the weakest one here.