The following evening, Yashiro Uchiha, who had spent the entire day wandering around Tanzaku Street, casually found an inn and checked in.
Inside his room, he was nowhere near sleepy. He paced back and forth restlessly, one hand tightly gripping a special kunai in his tool pouch.
Then, with a whoosh!, someone suddenly appeared in the room.
It was Uchiha Feng, who had teleported over after sensing the Flying Thunder God Kunai in Yashiro's hand.
"Hey, Uncle Yashiro. Long time no see."
Feng smiled as he greeted Yashiro Uchiha.
"Mm, Feng. You specifically called me out here. Is there something you need?"
On the surface, Yashiro appeared calm and composed, perfectly embodying the steadiness and cool-headedness expected of an elder.
But inwardly, he was so excited he could barely contain himself, shouting endlessly in his heart:
Hehe, Feng looks so damn cool using Flying Thunder God.
Why did he insist on making me stay in Konoha? I'd rather be out here fighting for the clan alongside Feng!
"There is something. Uncle Yashiro, take a look at this drawing first."
Feng nodded and handed him the drawing he had made yesterday of the castle Tokatsu the Chameleon had transformed into.
Looking at a drawing now? Yashiro was rather confused.
But since Feng—the clan's peerless genius—was the one asking him to look at it, he still reached out, accepted it, and examined it carefully.
Ever since Feng had "persuaded" him, Yashiro had firmly believed that Feng saw farther than he did. Whatever Feng asked him to do, even if he did not understand it, he had to follow through. There had to be a reason beyond the comprehension of someone as shortsighted as himself.
After studying it for quite a while, though, Yashiro saw nothing besides the fact that the castle in