As one of the Uchiha Clan's finest, Uchiha Xin had long been renowned. His eyes were as deep as the night, glinting with an unusual light—the unique allure of the Uchiha Clan's Sharingan. Yet he was not content with his current state. The pursuit of greater power was an obsession lodged deep in his heart.
Today, he stood at the entrance to the Uchiha Clan's mission hall, facing row after row of mission scrolls, his choice already made. A-rank and B-rank missions were the true challenges for him. He knew that only through constant tempering could he raise his strength to another level.
"S-rank missions may be tempting, but the risks are too great, and I'm not strong enough for that yet." Uchiha Xin silently mused, his gaze resolute and confident. He understood his own strength and knew where he stood. In this world filled with powerful people, he had to advance step by step, steadily and surely.
"C-rank missions may be simple, but they no longer pose any challenge to me." He shook his head again, rejecting those missions that were far too easy for him.
In the end, he reached out. Standing in a corner of the mission hall, Uchiha Xin's gaze swept across the densely packed mission scrolls before finally settling on an A-rank mission. He reached out and gently picked up the scroll. The chill against his fingertips only strengthened his resolve.
"Escort a merchant caravan to the Land of Iron." He quietly read the mission details aloud, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes. The Land of Iron, a neutral nation among the Five Great Nations, was peaceful and stable, yet rogue ninja and wandering ninja had appeared there frequently in recent years. Most of them possessed considerable strength. For money, power, or revenge, they