In the blink of an eye, a week had passed.
After two steady days of training, Qian's rest period ended, and he began leading his team on missions.
However, because of the impact of the previous battle, things around Aburatsu Port were still a little quiet.
As a result, Qian's missions were not too heavy, and he still had enough time to train every day.
But those days did not last long.
A week was enough for the ninjas with lighter injuries to regain mobility.
Thus, whether on Konoha's side or the Mist Village's side, they became active once again.
On the battlefield outside Aburatsu Port, patrol squads from both sides began sporadic clashes again.
And this was only the beginning.
It was foreseeable that, before long, as both sides finished their preparations one after another, a final great battle would inevitably erupt.
When that time came, it would be the moment that decided victory and defeat.
But even mere sporadic fighting affected Qian's training.
The excessive number of missions greatly compressed his daily training time.
Fortunately, Qian could plunder some chakra from those scattered battles, then make up for the lack of time by creating more Shadow Clones.
The only price was that he had to endure far greater mental pressure than ordinary people every day.
Only because his Mangekyō Sharingan's Evolution Progress was high enough, and his Spiritual Power was strong, could he withstand such pressure.
If it were anyone else following the same schedule as him, they would probably have dropped dead long ago.
Just as Qian's thoughts were wandering, someone at the front of the team suddenly stopped.
Seeing this, Qian immediately pulled his thoughts back, and his blood-red Sharingan swept across the surroundings, striving not to miss the slightest abnormality.
Likewise, he pricked up his