That night.
The Uchiha Clan Grounds.
At Qian's home.
Inside the study.
Qian set down his pen, picked up the report on the desk, and blew on it lightly. Done!
This was the report he had written for today's assessment. He could hand it to Namikaze Minato tomorrow.
He wasn't worried that Minato would force him to teach Uchiha Qinghua and the others. If he were a Chunin, he might still have to consider Minato's opinion.
But once he reached the Jonin level, choosing to become a supervising Jonin gave him tremendous autonomy.
Just look at Kakashi. He had eliminated several classes of students in a row. It was only after meeting Naruto and the others, who dared to break free from the constraints of the rules, that he officially became their teacher.
Thus, Qian could use this opportunity to drag things out for several years.
"Phew~"
Qian let out a soft breath, put down the report, then returned to the bedroom and began resting.
The Survival Exercise and such were merely an interlude to him. His primary focus now still had to be on his own cultivation.
And just as he had expected, after he handed in the report the next day, Namikaze Minato didn't say much. He merely nodded and let him leave.
Originally, he thought he could cultivate until his body underwent another transformation.
However, after only a little more than a month, he was forced to interrupt his cultivation.
That morning.
On Moon Island.
Qian had just finished a round of Body Enhancement and was absorbing and digesting the Cultivation Experience and memories from his Shadow Clones over the past hour.
Suddenly, another segment of memory surfaced in his mind.
Qian's spirit jolted. He hurriedly suppressed the memories of his other Shadow Clones and read this