A Return to Familiar Grounds

Uchiha Qingfeng truly could not understand how Kisame Hoshigaki and the others had failed at capturing the Three-Tails.

Was it because the Jinchuriki was the Third Mizukage? Or because he was a perfect Jinchuriki?

Or had they grown complacent? Had they lost that fearless spirit of charging forward without fear of death? He had not even gotten to see Juzo Biwa block a Tailed Beast Ball with the Executioner's Blade. It really had been terribly dull.

They had run quite fast, though. The moment they failed to catch it, they fled. Apparently, the three of them had only suffered minor injuries.

What happened to that spirit of willingly dying for the organization?

Just thinking about it exhausted Uchiha Qingfeng, but he absolutely refused to admit that it was his fault. It could not be that he had made life too good for the Akatsuki Organization members, could it? Or had he stolen everyone else's missions?

Leaving them with nothing to do but sunbathe on rooftops?

Uchiha Qingfeng could only say that he was the busiest person in the Akatsuki Organization. If he was not carrying out a mission, he was on his way to carry one out. In any case, he had been piloting his Gundam around the Ninja World several times over.

Honestly, Uchiha Qingfeng would rather force his way into Cloud Village than come to Hidden Mist. Mei Terumi had become increasingly outrageous lately. Last time, she had actually hugged him directly, leaving him unable to sleep properly for days.

You had no idea how devastating a hug from behind was to a steel-straight man.

He had nearly started thinking up names for their children.

Hopefully, things would go more smoothly this time and he would not run into her again.

Uchiha Qingfeng was quite confident about that.