Naruto in Line

He walked into the bathroom in a daze, first washing up to clear his head before returning to his room to put on his clothes.

Looking at his somewhat worn-out attire, he frowned; it was time he made some time to buy a few changes of clothes.

Then, he opened the door and stepped out.

Upon arriving in the hotel lobby, he saw someone walking toward him with a beaming smile.

"Hello, Mr. Zhou Cheng. My Lord has sent me to attend to you and handle some trivial matters."

"I have already prepared breakfast for you!"

The man was also wearing the attire of the Uchiha Clan, but there was no chakra flowing through him; he was merely an ordinary person.

"Did Uchiha Kiyoshi send you?"

The man nodded.

Zhou Cheng felt a bit helpless; he didn't like being followed.

Moreover, while it was called "attending," it could more accurately be described as surveillance.

He wasn't about to trust others easily right now.

"I don't need anyone to attend to me. Go back!"

Zhou Cheng's expression turned cold as he issued the dismissal.

However, the man continued to stare at Zhou Cheng's toes, standing silently with no intention of leaving.

Damn it, then follow me if you want. Let's see how long you can keep up.

Zhou Cheng walked out of the hotel entrance on his own, oriented himself, and headed toward the Arena.

He didn't plan on eating breakfast; instead, he took a skewer of Beef Balls out of the System Space and began to eat.

Seeing Zhou Cheng produce a skewer of meatballs out of thin air, the man following behind him revealed a look of shock.

What kind of ability was this?

Zhou Cheng only ate one Beef Ball before feeling full.

He smiled slightly and put the remaining meatballs back into the System Space. Time in the System Space was frozen, so there was no need to worry about the food spoiling.

Zhou Cheng quickened his pace toward the Arena.

The earlier he started breaking shields, the more people he could get through in a day. One shouldn't underestimate these few extra people; over time, it would lead to a qualitative change.

Along the way, he saw many people hurrying just like him, all heading in the same direction; they were likely rushing to get in line.

Zhou Cheng's lips curled upward. It looked like there was quite a crowd.

Perhaps he could chip away at more shield health today.

Soon, Zhou Cheng arrived at the Uchiha Clan's compound, where there were even more people.

Originally, due to conflicts with the village, the Uchiha Clan had been forced to relocate to a remote area. Usually, one would see almost no one other than their own clansmen, but for the past two days, the Uchiha Clan had become increasingly lively.

Zhou Cheng walked toward his own Arena, and everyone who recognized him along the way greeted him respectfully.

It wouldn't be wrong to say they were doing it for the rewards, but most of them respected him from the bottom of their hearts.

He let people attack him without retaliation and even gave out rewards.

Even the Sage of Six Paths couldn't manage that.

How could such a person not be respected?

Zhou Cheng walked along, nodding his head, much like a chick pecking at grain along a line.

Only after finally stepping onto the Arena did he breathe a slight sigh of relief.

"Everyone, I won't waste any more time with pleasantries!"

"I presume you have been waiting for a long time. I will only say one thing: don't make me call you trash!"

"You should know that if a person is disappointed for too long, they will grow weary. If you continue to fail to meet my requirements, I will have no choice but to find another place to set up my Arena!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire crowd erupted in an uproar!

Those who had already been on the Arena couldn't help but worry. If Mr. Zhou Cheng really left because of disappointment, they would be the ones losing out.

Many began to regret not training harder, wishing they were at least a little bit stronger today than they were yesterday.

As for those who were there for the first time, they felt that Zhou Cheng was being a bit too arrogant.

With that tone of voice, who did he think he was?

Looking at the chakra flow on his body, he was only at the level of an average Chunin. Where did he get the nerve to speak so boldly?

"This guy, he's asking for a beating!"

"When I get on that Arena, I'm going to give him a good thrashing!"

His words resonated with many others. A teenage Chunin with unremarkable talent—where did he get the courage to say such things?

However, those who had already been on the Arena showed expressions of disdain. Give Mr. Zhou Cheng a good thrashing?

Even Lady Tsunade, one of the Sannin, hadn't been able to do that.

Just based on the few of you?

What a joke!

A blond brat in the crowd looked at Zhou Cheng on the arena with some trepidation. He didn't look that strong; could he really do it?

I skipped class to come here, I hope Iruka-sensei doesn't go berserk!

On the other side, Iruka stood far back in the crowd, his brows furrowed tightly. He looks like nothing more than a Chunin, just like me. Is he really as powerful as Sasuke says?

He doesn't look like it at all.

I just hope today isn't a waste of time!

"Alright, first person, please step onto the stage!"

Following Zhou Cheng's wave, the person at the front of the line stepped onto the arena.

Seeing him, Zhou Cheng couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Uchiha Tadashi?

Damn, what time did you have to wake up to get in line here?

Or did you sleep here last night?

After listening to his father's analysis, Uchiha Tadashi no longer possessed his previous arrogance and conceit when facing Zhou Cheng.

"Sir, greetings!"

"In order to see you as early as possible, I slept here last night."

Zhou Cheng's eye twitched. Fine, you win. To think someone pampered since childhood could endure this.

"Heh, then let's begin!"

"For every minute each of you wastes, more people can get on the arena to kill me!"

"I really want to die!"

Uchiha Tadashi's expression shifted, and he tried his best to avoid making any face that might displease Zhou Cheng.

He gave an awkward smile, though in his heart, he couldn't understand: if he wanted to die, why not just commit suicide?

While thinking this, his hands didn't stop moving. After finishing the hand seals, he spat out a massive amount of flame:

"Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique!"

The attack, the size of a person, slammed into Zhou Cheng, creating a thunderous roar.

Little Naruto below the stage let out a cry of alarm. Just standing there without moving and letting someone attack?

That's way too arrogant! That's the Great Fireball Technique!

The ninjutsu Sasuke uses to bully me.

The others who were in line for the first time also gasped. Is this guy crazy?

But the next second, their expressions froze on their faces.

The flames seemed to be absorbed by Zhou Cheng, vanishing without a trace in an instant.

Zhou Cheng stood in place, completely unharmed, not even his clothes were damaged.

Hiss!

Naruto's eyes widened in disbelief!

He's fine after that? Is he a monster?

The others who hadn't experienced Zhou Cheng's "face-slapping" had the same expression—they didn't believe it!

No one could be unscathed under such a Fire Style technique.

"He must have used some kind of defensive ninjutsu, otherwise, how could it be possible!"

"Exactly, it's absolutely impossible!"

The others who remembered their own first time seeing Zhou Cheng remain unscathed under an attack couldn't help but smile.

Ignorant people, you'll get used to it!

That guy is only a Chunin, he can't be that strong.

Wait until the Jonin or even Kage-level powerhouses show up; your jaws will hit the floor.