Uzumaki Chenhao had been in this world for several years now, nearly six or seven. Over those years, he had come to understand the dangers of this world and had learned to survive in it with strength. When he had first arrived, staying alive had truly been difficult. After all, he had possessed nothing then—not even the slightest bit of strength.
But things were different now. His strength had already become the greatest, yet despite possessing such immense power, he did not harbor even the slightest evil intent. He had no desire to bully anyone. He only wanted to protect the people he wished to protect.
"It's getting late. I should hurry home and sleep. So much has happened this year. If there's nothing else to do after I get back, I should think things over in my bedroom. Being idle is boring anyway, so I might as well consider what I should do in the future!" At that moment, Uzumaki Chenhao clapped his hands, took one last look at the setting sun, and leaped down from the mountain toward Konoha.
When he arrived in Konoha, he realized that he had personally witnessed the village's transformation. It now had everything, and it was completely different from before. There was already plenty of advanced technology. What he needed to do now was simply enjoy himself, stop worrying about so many things, and live here peacefully.
After I get back, I'll have a good meal, then return to my bedroom and think things through. There isn't that much to do right now anyway. I should sit at home and properly consider why my strength still hasn't changed at all! Uzumaki Chenhao silently thought as he walked along the street.
His strength had remained this way all along. He had not given up,