Qian quickly finished washing up, packed his gear, dressed properly, and walked out of the house, ready to find something to eat.
Since he was relaxing, he naturally could not keep eating Soldier Pills. Qian missed the delicacies from those breakfast stalls a little.
"I just wonder if anyone's set up a stall today."
Qian stood in the doorway, looked up at the gray sky, and murmured.
Since the latter half of last night, a light drizzle had been falling from the sky.
It still had not stopped even now.
So Qian was a little worried those people might not come out to set up their stalls.
However, the facts proved he had been overthinking it.
When he arrived at the street he often visited, although there were slightly fewer stall owners than usual, the vast majority were still there.
Clearly, even in the relatively prosperous Konoha, there were still people who had to struggle to make a living.
Qian shook his head and stopped being so "sentimental."
He quickly arrived in front of a breakfast stall, expertly ordered enough breakfast for three people, and then began to dig in with gusto.
Compared to the hard-to-swallow Soldier Pills, these ordinary foods were practically delicacies, and Qian ate with great relish.
After spending roughly half an hour, Qian had eaten enough breakfast for ten people before paying and leaving the stall under the breakfast shop owner's reluctant gaze.
Holding his bulging stomach, Qian looked around, not knowing what to do for a moment.
He stood there and thought for a while, then finally decided to first scout out the place Obito Uchiha had frequently used as a foothold over the past week—the Cemetery.
Back when his predecessor's parents had just died in battle, he had only just crossed over, and in