"Yep, the kids' training is on track. Daddy's very pleased. They haven't embarrassed their old man."
Qingwu crouched on a tree branch at Konoha's training ground, a stalk of foxtail grass between his lips, gazing listlessly toward the distant Third Training Ground.
Explosions and screams drifted over every so often—no, wait, those were the sounds of his boys sparring "with everything they had."
After all, who could resist being the boys' dad?
"Pretty lively over there," he muttered, shifting the grass stem from the left corner of his mouth to the right.
The Dragon Vein's fluctuations continued, like a low-frequency ringing in his ears, faintly teasing his nerves.
Back when he had first arrived in the Ninja World, he probably would have eagerly packed his bags and run straight to the Land of Wind. It was the Dragon Vein, after all, a concentration of spacetime energy, standard fare for transmigrators—it sounded like an opportunity meant for him.
But now?
Qingwu narrowed his eyes, watching a few white clouds drift across the sky.
He remembered something from many years ago.
A few years after his rebirth in Konoha, he had passed by Ichiraku Ramen and overheard two Chunin boasting at the next table.
One of them slapped the table and declared his big news.
He had uncovered a shocking secret: conclusive evidence that the Uchiha Clan planned to rebel.
The other Chunin was so startled that he spat out his noodles.
Qingwu had been stunned, too.
Holy shit—is that for real? And even if it is, can you really bring something like that up in public?!
Never mind what the Uchiha would think.
*With a sneaky bastard like Danzo around, if you say you have evidence, you'd better actually have it. Even if you don't, you'll have to produce it if