The Deadliest Kind of Showing Off Is the Invisible Kind! (1/4)

"Do you feel unwell anywhere?" Anko Mitarashi looked Qingchuan Tianming over from head to toe but found nothing abnormal.

"Sensei, my constitution is rather special. The power of the Cursed Seal isn't much of a problem for me," Tianming explained.

"That is indeed the case." Anko Mitarashi glanced at Kakashi Hatake, who also offered an explanation.

"I've never encountered a situation like this. Once Orochimaru's Cursed Seal power hits someone, the mortality rate is extremely high. Even I only completely assimilated its power after becoming a jonin." Thinking back to those days, Anko Mitarashi still felt waves of lingering fear.

"In that case, you don't need to stay in the hospital. But if you feel unwell, report it immediately, understand?" Anko Mitarashi reminded him.

"Yes." Tianming nodded.

"Kakashi, Sasuke will be fine at Konoha Hospital. We should wrap this up; I have other matters to deal with."

"Go ahead."

After saying that, Anko Mitarashi left the hospital first.

"Kakashi-sensei, why is Anko-sensei so busy?" Naruto Uzumaki asked.

"Because Anko is that guy's disciple." Kakashi Hatake smiled. "Don't make wild guesses. Dismissed. Go back and recover properly. After a month of rest, prepare for the third round of the exam. Don't worry about anything else."

After giving his instructions, Kakashi Hatake dismissed Team 7 on the spot.

After leaving Konoha Hospital, Tianming declined Naruto Uzumaki's invitation to eat ramen together and brought Karin Uzumaki back to the Aokawa Clan residence.

Upon arriving at the house, Karin Uzumaki stared blankly at the rooms. She had never lived in such a nice place.

"Is it really okay for me to live here? Don't you need to ask your parents?" Karin Uzumaki asked somewhat timidly.

"I'm an orphan. My parents died in battle in Konoha Year 48. This house was assigned to me by Konoha, and there are plenty of rooms for just me," Tianming explained.

"So you were alone too. Then now that we're living together, does that make us family?"

"Family? I suppose so!" Tianming did not think too deeply about the question.

"Let's go buy you some daily necessities." After resting for a while, Tianming brought Karin Uzumaki to Konoha's busiest street.

The moment Tianming appeared, the cries of the merchants hawking their wares along both sides of the road noticeably faltered. A trace of disdain could be seen on their faces.

To them, the hardest customers to do business with were war orphans.

War orphans did not have much money, so there was no profit to be made from them. Yet Konoha's higher-ups had decreed that merchants could not refuse to sell goods to war orphans.

So when people like them dealt with war orphans, their attitude was usually: I won't chase you out, and the prices are clearly written down. Buy it if you can afford it; leave if you can't.

"Tianming, do they not welcome us?" Karin Uzumaki quickly sensed the shopkeepers' rejection.

"That's normal. War orphans have no fat for them to skim," Tianming said indifferently.

People had an inherent ugliness in their nature. Among a hundred Konoha villagers, ninety were probably ugly at heart.

As a village of the Land of Fire and the ninja village acknowledged as the strongest in the shinobi world, Konoha was powerful, and its civilians were arrogant as well. After all, twelve years had passed since the war that nearly destroyed Konoha, and many people had long forgotten that despair.

To be honest, Tianming did not like Konoha's civilians either. But it did not matter. These people were nothing more than cannon fodder, not worth getting angry over.

Tianming brought Karin Uzumaki to the entrance of a rather luxurious clothing store, but before they could enter, the owner blocked their way.

"Brat, this isn't a store you can enter. Get lost. Don't dirty my clothes," the owner said impatiently.

"What kind of business chases away customers?" Tianming spoke calmly, but he let a little chakra leak out. It was not hostile, yet it still blew the clothes displayed outside straight onto the ground.

In the past, the shop owner would have started cursing.

But now, he did not dare. That chakra had been silent proof enough.

In the Five Great Nations, ninja were the people one could least afford to offend!

"I failed to recognize your greatness, sir ninja. Please, come inside." The shop owner instantly put on a fawning smile.

But Tianming did not enter.

"No need. A little brat like me shouldn't dirty your store." With that, Tianming brought Karin Uzumaki to the store across the street. Having learned from the previous owner's mistake, the owner there immediately smiled ingratiatingly. "Sir ninja, feel free to look, touch, and try anything on."

"Take a look. What kind of styles do you like?" Tianming asked.

"I... I've never bought clothes before." Karin Uzumaki lowered her head. She had never lived a peaceful life. The worst food she ate only barely filled her stomach, and the worst clothes she wore only barely covered her body.

Tianming sighed softly and could only say, "Please pack all the latest spring, summer, autumn, and winter clothes in this girl's size, then deliver them to the Aokawa Clan residence."

The moment those words came out, the owner of the shop next door could no longer smile.

How could this unknown kid be so lavish?

Without waiting for anyone else to react, Tianming directly placed some money in the owner's palm, then left without a second thought.

Tianming had always been serious about showing off. Loud shouting or resorting to fists was not the best method.

The invisible kind of showing off was the deadliest.

"Do you feel unwell anywhere?" Anko Mitarashi looked Qingchuan Tianming over from head to toe but found nothing abnormal.

"Sensei, my constitution is rather special. The power of the Cursed Seal isn't much of a problem for me," Tianming explained.

"That is indeed the case." Anko Mitarashi glanced at Kakashi Hatake, who also offered an explanation.

"I've never encountered a situation like this. Once Orochimaru's Cursed Seal power hits someone, the mortality rate is extremely high. Even I only completely assimilated its power after becoming a jonin." Thinking back to those days, Anko Mitarashi still felt waves of lingering fear.

"In that case, you don't need to stay in the hospital. But if you feel unwell, report it immediately, understand?" Anko Mitarashi reminded him.

"Yes." Tianming nodded.

"Kakashi, Sasuke will be fine at Konoha Hospital. We should wrap this up; I have other matters to deal with."

"Go ahead."

After saying that, Anko Mitarashi left the hospital first.

"Kakashi-sensei, why is Anko-sensei so busy?" Naruto Uzumaki asked.

"Because Anko is that guy's disciple." Kakashi Hatake smiled. "Don't make wild guesses. Dismissed. Go back and recover properly. After a month of rest, prepare for the third round of the exam. Don't worry about anything else."

After giving his instructions, Kakashi Hatake dismissed Team 7 on the spot.

After leaving Konoha Hospital, Tianming declined Naruto Uzumaki's invitation to eat ramen together and brought Karin Uzumaki back to the Aokawa Clan residence.

Upon arriving at the house, Karin Uzumaki stared blankly at the rooms. She had never lived in such a nice place.

"Is it really okay for me to live here? Don't you need to ask your parents?" Karin Uzumaki asked somewhat timidly.

"I'm an orphan. My parents died in battle in Konoha Year 48. This house was assigned to me by Konoha, and there are plenty of rooms for just me," Tianming explained.

"So you were alone too. Then now that we're living together, does that make us family?"

"Family? I suppose so!" Tianming did not think too deeply about the question.

"Let's go buy you some daily necessities." After resting for a while, Tianming brought Karin Uzumaki to Konoha's busiest street.

The moment Tianming appeared, the cries of the merchants hawking their wares along both sides of the road noticeably faltered. A trace of disdain could be seen on their faces.

To them, the hardest customers to do business with were war orphans.

War orphans did not have much money, so there was no profit to be made from them. Yet Konoha's higher-ups had decreed that merchants could not refuse to sell goods to war orphans.

So when people like them dealt with war orphans, their attitude was usually: I won't chase you out, and the prices are clearly written down. Buy it if you can afford it; leave if you can't.

"Tianming, do they not welcome us?" Karin Uzumaki quickly sensed the shopkeepers' rejection.

"That's normal. War orphans have no fat for them to skim," Tianming said indifferently.

People had an inherent ugliness in their nature. Among a hundred Konoha villagers, ninety were probably ugly at heart.

As a village of the Land of Fire and the ninja village acknowledged as the strongest in the shinobi world, Konoha was powerful, and its civilians were arrogant as well. After all, twelve years had passed since the war that nearly destroyed Konoha, and many people had long forgotten that despair.

To be honest, Tianming did not like Konoha's civilians either. But it did not matter. These people were nothing more than cannon fodder, not worth getting angry over.

Tianming brought Karin Uzumaki to the entrance of a rather luxurious clothing store, but before they could enter, the owner blocked their way.

"Brat, this isn't a store you can enter. Get lost. Don't dirty my clothes," the owner said impatiently.

"What kind of business chases away customers?" Tianming spoke calmly, but he let a little chakra leak out. It was not hostile, yet it still blew the clothes displayed outside straight onto the ground.

In the past, the shop owner would have started cursing.

But now, he did not dare. That chakra had been silent proof enough.

In the Five Great Nations, ninja were the people one could least afford to offend!

"I failed to recognize your greatness, sir ninja. Please, come inside." The shop owner instantly put on a fawning smile.

But Tianming did not enter.

"No need. A little brat like me shouldn't dirty your store." With that, Tianming brought Karin Uzumaki to the store across the street. Having learned from the previous owner's mistake, the owner there immediately smiled ingratiatingly. "Sir ninja, feel free to look, touch, and try anything on."

"Take a look. What kind of styles do you like?" Tianming asked.

"I... I've never bought clothes before." Karin Uzumaki lowered her head. She had never lived a peaceful life. The worst food she ate only barely filled her stomach, and the worst clothes she wore only barely covered her body.

Tianming sighed softly and could only say, "Please pack all the latest spring, summer, autumn, and winter clothes in this girl's size, then deliver them to the Aokawa Clan residence."

The moment those words came out, the owner of the shop next door could no longer smile.

How could this unknown kid be so lavish?

Without waiting for anyone else to react, Tianming directly placed some money in the owner's palm, then left without a second thought.

Tianming had always been serious about showing off. Loud shouting or resorting to fists was not the best method.

The invisible kind of showing off was the deadliest.

"Do you feel unwell anywhere?" Anko Mitarashi looked Qingchuan Tianming over from head to toe but found nothing abnormal.

"Sensei, my constitution is rather special. The power of the Cursed Seal isn't much of a problem for me," Tianming explained.

"That is indeed the case." Anko Mitarashi glanced at Kakashi Hatake, who also offered an explanation.

"I've never encountered a situation like this. Once Orochimaru's Cursed Seal power hits someone, the mortality rate is extremely high. Even I only completely assimilated its power after becoming a jonin." Thinking back to those days, Anko Mitarashi still felt waves of lingering fear.

"In that case, you don't need to stay in the hospital. But if you feel unwell, report it immediately, understand?" Anko Mitarashi reminded him.

"Yes." Tianming nodded.

"Kakashi, Sasuke will be fine at Konoha Hospital. We should wrap this up; I have other matters to deal with."

"Go ahead."

After saying that, Anko Mitarashi left the hospital first.

"Kakashi-sensei, why is Anko-sensei so busy?" Naruto Uzumaki asked.

"Because Anko is that guy's disciple." Kakashi Hatake smiled. "Don't make wild guesses. Dismissed. Go back and recover properly. After a month of rest, prepare for the third round of the exam. Don't worry about anything else."

After giving his instructions, Kakashi Hatake dismissed Team 7 on the spot.

After leaving Konoha Hospital, Tianming declined Naruto Uzumaki's invitation to eat ramen together and brought Karin Uzumaki back to the Aokawa Clan residence.

Upon arriving at the house, Karin Uzumaki stared blankly at the rooms. She had never lived in such a nice place.

"Is it really okay for me to live here? Don't you need to ask your parents?" Karin Uzumaki asked somewhat timidly.

"I'm an orphan. My parents died in battle in Konoha Year 48. This house was assigned to me by Konoha, and there are plenty of rooms for just me," Tianming explained.

"So you were alone too. Then now that we're living together, does that make us family?"

"Family? I suppose so!" Tianming did not think too deeply about the question.

"Let's go buy you some daily necessities." After resting for a while, Tianming brought Karin Uzumaki to Konoha's busiest street.

The moment Tianming appeared, the cries of the merchants hawking their wares along both sides of the road noticeably faltered. A trace of disdain could be seen on their faces.

To them, the hardest customers to do business with were war orphans.

War orphans did not have much money, so there was no profit to be made from them. Yet Konoha's higher-ups had decreed that merchants could not refuse to sell goods to war orphans.

So when people like them dealt with war orphans, their attitude was usually: I won't chase you out, and the prices are clearly written down. Buy it if you can afford it; leave if you can't.

"Tianming, do they not welcome us?" Karin Uzumaki quickly sensed the shopkeepers' rejection.

"That's normal. War orphans have no fat for them to skim," Tianming said indifferently.

People had an inherent ugliness in their nature. Among a hundred Konoha villagers, ninety were probably ugly at heart.

As a village of the Land of Fire and the ninja village acknowledged as the strongest in the shinobi world, Konoha was powerful, and its civilians were arrogant as well. After all, twelve years had passed since the war that nearly destroyed Konoha, and many people had long forgotten that despair.

To be honest, Tianming did not like Konoha's civilians either. But it did not matter. These people were nothing more than cannon fodder, not worth getting angry over.

Tianming brought Karin Uzumaki to the entrance of a rather luxurious clothing store, but before they could enter, the owner blocked their way.

"Brat, this isn't a store you can enter. Get lost. Don't dirty my clothes," the owner said impatiently.

"What kind of business chases away customers?" Tianming spoke calmly, but he let a little chakra leak out. It was not hostile, yet it still blew the clothes displayed outside straight onto the ground.

In the past, the shop owner would have started cursing.

But now, he did not dare. That chakra had been silent proof enough.

In the Five Great Nations, ninja were the people one could least afford to offend!

"I failed to recognize your greatness, sir ninja. Please, come inside." The shop owner instantly put on a fawning smile.

But Tianming did not enter.

"No need. A little brat like me shouldn't dirty your store." With that, Tianming brought Karin Uzumaki to the store across the street. Having learned from the previous owner's mistake, the owner there immediately smiled ingratiatingly. "Sir ninja, feel free to look, touch, and try anything on."

"Take a look. What kind of styles do you like?" Tianming asked.

"I... I've never bought clothes before." Karin Uzumaki lowered her head. She had never lived a peaceful life. The worst food she ate only barely filled her stomach, and the worst clothes she wore only barely covered her body.

Tianming sighed softly and could only say, "Please pack all the latest spring, summer, autumn, and winter clothes in this girl's size, then deliver them to the Aokawa Clan residence."

The moment those words came out, the owner of the shop next door could no longer smile.

How could this unknown kid be so lavish?

Without waiting for anyone else to react, Tianming directly placed some money in the owner's palm, then left without a second thought.

Tianming had always been serious about showing off. Loud shouting or resorting to fists was not the best method.

The invisible kind of showing off was the deadliest.

"Do you feel unwell anywhere?" Anko Mitarashi looked Qingchuan Tianming over from head to toe but found nothing abnormal.

"Sensei, my constitution is rather special. The power of the Cursed Seal isn't much of a problem for me," Tianming explained.

"That is indeed the case." Anko Mitarashi glanced at Kakashi Hatake, who also offered an explanation.

"I've never encountered a situation like this. Once Orochimaru's Cursed Seal power hits someone, the mortality rate is extremely high. Even I only completely assimilated its power after becoming a jonin." Thinking back to those days, Anko Mitarashi still felt waves of lingering fear.

"In that case, you don't need to stay in the hospital. But if you feel unwell, report it immediately, understand?" Anko Mitarashi reminded him.

"Yes." Tianming nodded.

"Kakashi, Sasuke will be fine at Konoha Hospital. We should wrap this up; I have other matters to deal with."

"Go ahead."

After saying that, Anko Mitarashi left the hospital first.

"Kakashi-sensei, why is Anko-sensei so busy?" Naruto Uzumaki asked.

"Because Anko is that guy's disciple." Kakashi Hatake smiled. "Don't make wild guesses. Dismissed. Go back and recover properly. After a month of rest, prepare for the third round of the exam. Don't worry about anything else."

After giving his instructions, Kakashi Hatake dismissed Team 7 on the spot.

After leaving Konoha Hospital, Tianming declined Naruto Uzumaki's invitation to eat ramen together and brought Karin Uzumaki back to the Aokawa Clan residence.

Upon arriving at the house, Karin Uzumaki stared blankly at the rooms. She had never lived in such a nice place.

"Is it really okay for me to live here? Don't you need to ask your parents?" Karin Uzumaki asked somewhat timidly.

"I'm an orphan. My parents died in battle in the forty-eighth year of Konoha. This place was assigned to me by Konoha Village. There are lots of rooms, but I live here alone," Tianming explained.

"So you're alone too. Now that we live together, does that make us family?"

"Family? I suppose so." Tianming did not think too deeply about the question.

"Now let's go buy you some daily necessities." After resting for a while, Tianming took Karin Uzumaki to Konoha's busiest street.

The moment Tianming appeared, the cries of the merchants on both sides of the road noticeably faltered. A trace of disdain showed on their faces.

To them, the hardest customers to do business with were war orphans.

War orphans did not have much money, so there was nothing to be made from them. Yet Konoha's higher-ups had stipulated that no one could refuse to sell goods to war orphans.

So when people like them bought things, the usual attitude was: I won't chase you out. The prices are written down in black and white. Buy it if you can afford it; leave if you can't.

"Tianming, do they not welcome us?" Karin Uzumaki quickly sensed the shopkeepers' rejection.

"That's normal. War orphans have no profit for them to squeeze out," Tianming said blandly.

People had base instincts. Of every hundred Konoha villagers, perhaps ninety were rotten.

As the village of the Land of Fire and the recognized foremost village in the shinobi world, Konoha was powerful, while its civilians were arrogant as well. After all, twelve years had passed since the war that nearly destroyed Konoha, and many had long forgotten that despair.

Honestly, Tianming did not like Konoha's civilians either, but it did not matter. These people were nothing more than cannon fodder. They were not worth getting angry over.

Tianming led Karin Uzumaki to a rather luxurious clothing store. Before they could even enter, the owner blocked their way.

"Brat, this isn't a shop you can enter. Get lost. Don't dirty my clothes," the owner said impatiently.

"What kind of business drives away customers?" Tianming spoke calmly, but he released a trace of chakra. The chakra was not aggressive, yet it still blew the clothes displayed outside straight onto the ground.

In the past, the shop owner would have started cursing.

But now, he did not dare! That chakra was silent proof enough.

In the Five Great Nations, shinobi were the people one could least afford to offend!

"I failed to recognize greatness. Please come in, honored shinobi," the shop owner said obsequiously, as if he had become a different person.

But Tianming did not go inside.

"No need. A brat like me shouldn't dirty your store." With that, Tianming took Karin Uzumaki to the shop across the street. Having learned from what had just happened, that owner immediately forced a smile. "Honored shinobi, look around as you please, touch whatever you like, try on anything you want."

"Take a look. What style do you like?" Tianming asked.

"I... I've never bought clothes before." Karin Uzumaki lowered her head. She had never lived a peaceful life. The worst food she ate was only enough to fill her stomach, and the worst clothes she wore only barely covered her body.

Tianming sighed softly and could only say, "Please pack up all the latest spring, summer, autumn, and winter clothes in this girl's size, then deliver them to the Aokawa Clan."

The moment those words came out, the owner of the neighboring shop could no longer smile.

How could this obscure kid be so extravagantly generous?

Without waiting for anyone else to react, Tianming took out some money and placed it in the owner's palm, then left after settling the matter.

Tianming had always been serious about showing off. Loud shouting or resorting to fists and feet was never the best method.

Showing off without a trace—that was what truly killed.