Rotation

Time flew by like a white steed flashing past a crack.

In the blink of an eye, another week had passed.

After these days of rest and recovery, Qian's chest wound had already healed, and Ryosuke and Mizutani Shizuko's bodies had also returned to normal.

Qian had already received orders: starting tomorrow, their Class 17 would resume carrying out missions as usual.

In other words, today was his last day of free training.

Under the shade of a tree.

Qian opened his eyes. Feeling the chakra inside him become full again, he nodded in satisfaction, then silently said, Status Panel!

The next moment, the familiar pale-blue screen appeared in his field of vision:

[Name: Uchiha Qian

Age: 11

Physical Constitution: 7

Spirit: 9

Chakra: 3510(5026→5027)

Bloodline: Sharingan · Single Tomoe (112/1000)→(160/1000)

Skills: Chakra Refining Technique: lv3(664/1000)→lv3(762/1000)

Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique: lv2(11/500)→lv2(21/500)

Fire Release: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique: lv2(7/500)→Lv2(101/500)

Fire Release: Fire Dragon Technique: lv2(2/500)→lv2(10/500)

Demonic Illusion: Shackling Stakes Technique: lv1(105/200)→lv1(110/200)

Body Flicker Technique: lv2(234/500)→lv2(375/500)

Shadow Clone Technique: lv0(5/100)

*Leaf-Style Swordsmanship: lv2(1/500)→lv2(315/500)

Mind Reflection Technique: Lv4(6/2000)→Lv4(186/2000)

Ninja Tool Throwing: lv3(210/1000)→lv3(570/1000)

Chakra Control: lv3(131/1000)→lv3(150/1000)

Three Body Technique: lv3(0/0)]

As could be seen, over the past week, his Leaf-Style Swordsmanship had improved by another large margin, its Proficiency going from lv2(1/500) to lv2(315/500).

Now, Qian was confident that with swordsmanship alone, he could suppress the two Rock Hidden Chunin who had surrounded and tried to kill him that night more than ten days ago.

If his Leaf-Style Swordsmanship could advance to lv3, he could even forcibly kill them.

Unfortunately, history could not be replayed.

Besides, those two had already been killed by him.

Shaking his head inwardly, Qian shifted his gaze to Ninja Tool Throwing.

As could be seen, in just a little over ten days, its Proficiency had increased by three hundred and sixty points. At the lv3 stage, this was undoubtedly very fast.

And the reason for this was simple: he had secretly activated his Sharingan to assist him.

Although he did not want his Sharingan to be exposed to others too early, he would not stop eating for fear of choking. As long as he was certain the risk was controllable, Qian did not mind using it.

And the increase in Proficiency for Ninja Tool Throwing had also given him a deeper understanding of this skill. Though it had not reached the level of a qualitative change, the threat it posed to enemies had undoubtedly grown by several degrees.

Growth in strength was accumulated bit by bit like this.

Withdrawing his gaze, Qian looked at the Bloodline column.

It had already been two months since he awakened his eyes, yet he had only accumulated a total of one hundred and sixty points of Proficiency.

Even though he was patient, he could not help feeling a little anxious now.

To speed up the evolution of his Sharingan, during the twelve days of recuperation, he had put almost two-thirds of his chakra into practicing Mind Reflection Technique.

But even so, it had not increased the Evolution Speed of his Sharingan by much.

At the current pace, Qian estimated that it would take at least ten months for his Sharingan to evolve to the Two-Tomoe Sharingan.

Although this time was one-third shorter than the initial one year and four months, it was still somewhat long. Qian could not wait that long.

Fortunately, his Chakra Refining Technique was about to level up.

Right now, its Proficiency was lv3(762/1000).

If the missions that followed were not too heavy, allowing him to squeeze out eight hours of training every day, then in just one month, Qian would be able to grind it to Lv4.

At that time, the amount of chakra he could use each day would increase.

That way, he would be able to put more chakra into practicing Mind Reflection Technique, thereby speeding up the evolution of his Sharingan.

In addition, his current Mind Reflection Technique was only Lv4. Every five points of Proficiency could only increase the Evolution Progress of his Sharingan by one point.

But once it advanced to Lv5, its effects were bound to improve.

By then, his Sharingan's Evolution Progress would be almost exactly halfway along.

In other words, for the latter half, its Evolution Speed would increase even further.

Qian roughly calculated it. In about four or five months, his Sharingan would evolve from Single Tomoe to Double Tomoe.

That still was not a short amount of time, but compared with one year and four months, or ten months, it was already much less.

After figuring this out, Qian let out a long breath, and his slightly restless heart gradually calmed down.

Closing the Status Panel, Qian wasted no more time and continued with today's training.

Clink, clink~ Clang, clang~

Rain Country.

Northeast.

On a narrow path between fields, more than a hundred fully armed Leaf Ninja were escorting over a dozen carts of supplies forward at a slow pace.

And Qian was one of those hundred-plus ninja.

Only, his expression did not look too good.

There was nothing he could do about it. He had originally been hoping to accept a relatively easy mission and grind the "Chakra Refining Technique" up to Lv4 to speed up the evolution of his Sharingan.

In the end, Main Camp had directly sent people like them to the front line to relieve the guard at a certain outpost.

Come on!

This was the front line!

The danger level of the mission was no lower than infiltration and reconnaissance.

Because they were far from Main Camp, they definitely could not receive timely and effective support. So if they encountered danger, they could only shoulder it themselves.

If it was an ordinary danger, then fine. Whether they lived or died would depend on their own strength.

But if they ran into a danger they could not resist, then they would truly be left calling to the heavens with no answer and to the earth with no response. If things went badly, they might all be wiped out.

The risks involved were obvious.

For one brief moment, Qian even wanted to just leave.

But considering his own strength, he ultimately gave up on that dangerous idea.

After all, it was easier to enjoy the shade beneath a big tree.

Before his strength reached Kage-level, it was better not to go solo.

The dangers of the Ninja World were not as simple as they looked on the surface. If he was walking around outside and got plotted against by someone, he would have nowhere to even cry.

So it was better to play it safe.

Right now, Qian only hoped that the outpost he was going to was not that important.

That way, as long as he kept his head down, getting through the one-month rotation period safely should not be a problem.

Of course, if he really encountered danger beyond what he could handle, he would decisively run.

Qian would not sacrifice himself for Konoha.

Time passed, minute by minute and second by second.

In the blink of an eye, three days had gone by.

The ambush Qian had worried about did not happen along the way, and they arrived at their destination smoothly.

It was a small town of modest size. Everywhere inside the town were broken walls and ruins, and the roads were pitted and uneven. Faint traces left by Earth Release Ninjutsu could be seen.

As for people...

Aside from the Leaf Ninja who came to receive them, there was no one else. As for the town's original residents, apart from those who had fled at the beginning of the war, most of the rest had become corpses.

Walking along the street, Qian could clearly smell the stench of rotting bodies from the collapsed houses on both sides.

As the saying went, when immortals fought, mortals suffered.

The vast majority of the corpses buried inside the buildings on both sides had been caught up in battles between ninja. It could be said that they had suffered a calamity for no reason.

War in the Ninja World never affected only ninja, but also countless ordinary people.