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Shion had been in Konoha for some time now, and life here was far more comfortable than it had been in the Land of Demons.

As a Miko, she held an honored status and was always protected by a large number of guards whenever she went out.

No matter how mature Shion was, she was still a fifteen-year-old girl. In truth, she did not like that kind of life.

After coming to Konoha, she was still being protected, but she could only vaguely sense it.

After all, the people protecting her in the past had been ordinary people. Now, they were Konoha's Anbu.

Naturally, the Anbu would not allow their presence to be casually discovered.

Konoha was incredibly prosperous and had a large population, especially with all its novel foods.

To Shion, who had come from the Land of Demons, they were both delicious and new.

Shion was a hereditary Miko, and every generation of Mikos received vast sums of money from the daimyo of the Land of Demons.

However, the Miko lineage consisted of cultivators with few desires and little need to spend money, so their wealth had accumulated considerably.

Thus, Shion was extremely rich. After arriving in Konoha, she could eat whatever she wanted and play however she wished.

Her days were relaxed and pleasant.

Her task was simply to wander around Konoha every day.

She had to ensure that the ordinary citizens did not suffer any major calamities.

Shion loved this kind of work. It was much better than being trapped in a palace every day.

Moreover, she had discovered that after spending a day out having fun, her cultivation upon returning home was far more efficient than when she did nothing but cultivate.

She spent less than one-third of the time cultivating each day compared to