Over the next few days, Qian paid attention to the changes in the Camp and indeed discovered a few problems.
First, the number of ninja in the Main Camp kept increasing, and many of them looked travel-worn. One glance was enough to tell they had spent no small amount of time on the road.
Combined with the group he had run into a few days ago, Qian had reason to suspect that these people had all been called back from the frontline strongholds.
Second, the Main Camp's external communication channels had been tightened. Anyone or anything entering or leaving had to undergo multiple inspections.
Even the Training Ground was no longer accessible now.
The Perception Barrier covering the entire Camp was also active around the clock. The slightest disturbance could draw the attention of the patrol units.
With all of that, if someone said there would be no major move next, Qian would not believe it even if he were beaten to death.
"Forget it. No point thinking about this. I'll keep training."
Shaking his head, Qian pulled back his thoughts and continued his training.
Now that he could no longer go to the Training Ground, he simply put all his Chakra into practicing the "Mind Reflection Technique."
That way, he could gain more than thirty points of Proficiency every day. Converted into Sharingan progress, that was six points.
Watching the progress behind it rise bit by bit, Qian did not feel the slightest bit bored. He only felt very grounded.
Just like that, another three days passed.
That afternoon.
At the center of the Main Camp.
Inside a tent.
More than ten Leaf Village Jonin had gathered together, seated on both sides of a long table in utter silence.
A moment later, a thin man with pale skin