The blazing sun hung high in the sky, its scorching rays making Kuan tug at his tightly fastened collar, letting the cool breeze flow down his neckline and onto his neck.
The heat on his body instantly dissipated somewhat as he turned sideways to weave through the bustling crowds on the street.
He had now integrated into Konoha Hidden Village. There was no longer the dark life of Hell Valley, nor the wandering existence of the Underground World.
Living in peace and order had allowed him to taste happiness for the first time.
He could not help clenching his fists and lowering his gaze to the fingertips that crackled softly.
The happier his life was now, the more the fury in his heart surged.
His clansmen had been imprisoned in that abyss without daylight simply because of an absurd accusation.
Heh.
Kuan curled his lips into a cold smile and snorted inwardly.
He recalled the twisted expression on the Daimyo of the Land of Lightning's face at the auction, distorted by money. It was truly nauseating.
He was extremely familiar with the Hokage Building. After greeting a few ninja he knew, he expertly made his way to the third floor.
"The third room on the left."
Following the information delivered by the Anbu, he pushed open the wooden door. The two familiar figures inside made his eyes narrow slightly. He walked over to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
Rikusei lifted his gaze from the documents on the table and smiled at the man sitting ramrod straight. "No need to be so nervous. Hmm, I suppose I should call you Miroku Kuan now."
Whether it was coincidence or inevitability, the alias of the Chinoike Clan man before them in Konoha was exactly the same as that of