The sun rose and set.
In the blink of an eye, another week had passed.
That evening.
West of Aburatsu Port.
On a battlefield.
Facing the siege of three Kirigakure jonin, Qian held a longsword in hand, blue light flaring over him from time to time as his entire body moved at high speed.
He threaded through the three of them alone, almost as if he were taking a leisurely stroll through a courtyard.
In truth, that was exactly what it was.
As his body underwent transformation once more, his neural reaction speed had been strengthened yet again.
With that, paired with the powerful insight provided by the Three-Tomoe Sharingan, a mere three enemies could no longer put pressure on him, not even if those three were genuine jonin.
Simply using the Flash Sword Technique was already enough for Qian to handle them.
As for why he had appeared here, and why he had ended up facing these three?
It was simple. He had been conscripted.
Just as he had previously speculated, Nara Akimitsu did not give people like them much time to rest.
Almost the very next day after he developed the Shadow Sword Technique, the personnel within the stronghold began to be transferred out one after another.
And he was among the first batch to be transferred.
Moreover, the battlefield he had been sent to was also Aburatsu Port, where the fighting was fiercest.
As the bridgehead for Kirigakure's invasion of the Land of Fire, this place had once been pressed so hard by him and a group of Leaf ninja two months ago that they could not raise their heads, and had even been forced to turtle up inside Aburatsu Port itself.
However, as Kirigakure half-willingly abandoned its other occupied regions and gathered large numbers of personnel