In the blink of an eye, evening arrived.
After Uchiha Qian and the others completed their final patrol round, they returned to the station.
Then, after handing over to the team that had come to relieve them, they followed the main force straight east toward the Main Camp.
With that, the week-long patrol mission came to a successful end.
Counting the two previous missions, since returning to the front line over twenty days ago, he had already completed three missions.
Next, he would have nearly a week to rest.
Uh.
Resting was impossible. He still had a lot of things to do.
The second day after returning to the Main Camp.
Early in the morning, Qian headed to the Training Ground on the northwest side of the Main Camp.
He casually found an empty corner and began practicing Uchiha-Style Swordsmanship.
Over the past seven days, during the gaps in the patrol mission, he had already ground Leaf-Style Swordsmanship up to Lv5 (0/0), the Perfected Realm.
Next, as long as he also ground Uchiha-Style Swordsmanship to perfection, he could attempt the fusion.
And that would not take long.
Because his Uchiha-Style Swordsmanship had already reached lv4 (1985/2000), only one step away from perfection.
Qian practiced Uchiha-Style Swordsmanship again and again, and all sorts of insights surfaced in his mind as the proficiency kept "+1"ing.
This was also the driving force that let him repeat the practice over and over without tiring of it.
Time passed second by second.
Gradually, Qian entered a state where he forgot both himself and the world. Aside from Uchiha-Style Swordsmanship, there was nothing else in his mind.
In the blink of an eye, several hours passed.
Near noon, after Qian once again fully executed Uchiha-Style Swordsmanship, a new insight surged into his mind.
In an instant,