In the blink of an eye, another four days had passed.
In no time, it was January 5th.
And that day happened to be Qian's birthday.
Qian was no exception to ordinary sentiment. That day, he did not continue training. Instead, he spent a large amount of Chakra to use the Flying Thunder God Technique and Flight Ninjutsu, traveling all across the Land of Fire.
Because the New Year had only just passed, the festive atmosphere still lingered everywhere. On top of that, this was the first New Year after the Third Great Ninja War, so things were fairly lively in every place he visited.
Qian was like an ordinary person as he moved between cities and villages, witnessing the different local customs and ways of life.
Whenever he came across something interesting or fun, he would stop to take a look.
At that moment, his mind relaxed in a way it never had before.
Night fell.
He returned to Moon Island, lay on top of the wooden house, and stared blankly at the glittering stars in the night sky.
Before he knew it, he had been in this world for more than four years.
Yet everything he had experienced in these four years far surpassed the experiences of his previous twenty-plus years of life.
Over these four-plus years, he had grasped power that ordinary people could never hope to reach in a lifetime, going from cannon fodder drifting with the current to a "mastermind behind the scenes" capable of influencing the situation in the ninja world.
It could be said that although the past four years had been exceptionally difficult for him, and aside from necessary rest and recovery, not a single day had been idle.
But all of it had been worth it. The achievements he had gained