Uchiha Shin did not step forward to help those raggedly dressed people, though he recognized them.
It was not that he did not want to help, but there was no need. The two sides had merely exchanged words and had not come to blows. Besides, the ragged group outnumbered the other side and had nothing to fear.
It was also nearly time for the crown prince to be deposed, and security in the capital was tight. No one dared to start a fight, for anyone who did so would be thrown into prison.
After walking a few steps, Uchiha Shin glanced into a secluded alley nearby. Many ragged commoners were gathered there. They were refugees fleeing famine, with no money to stay anywhere decent, so they could only settle beside such remote streets.
Uchiha Shin headed into the alley. The moment he entered, everyone turned to look at him. His clothes were relatively clean, making him seem completely out of place among these people.
An ordinary person would certainly feel intimidated under the gazes of so many people. This was a miserable, desperate crowd, and they might do anything.
Uchiha Shin walked through them calmly, observing the group. Though they stared at him, there was only curiosity in their eyes, not the slightest malice.
Though they were in dire straits, they still possessed kind hearts. Even on the verge of death, they would not do anything utterly devoid of conscience.
Uchiha Shin felt quite favorably toward them and greatly admired them as well.
At the end of the alley lay a desolate stretch of land. Many more ragged commoners were gathered there, and in the distance stood a small earthen mound and several dilapidated houses.
Uchiha Shin climbed the small mound and looked into the distance. There were likely several