Time flew by like a white colt flashing past a crack.
In the blink of an eye, a whole day had passed.
Konoha's bustle was still going strong.
Uchiha Clan Grounds.
Inside an ordinary house.
Qian slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze was full of confusion, and his whole body felt muddled and dazed, his consciousness somewhat unclear.
Nearly twenty hours of sleep had not washed away Qian's exhaustion. Instead, it was as if some switch had been flipped, releasing all the fatigue he had accumulated over the past two-plus years at once, leaving him feeling weak all over.
Qian lay blankly on the bed, staring through the gap in the window at the sunset on the horizon, not wanting to move at all.
Time slipped by, second by second.
At some point, a rumbling sound rang out.
Qian reached out and gently rubbed his stomach, feeling a wave of hunger hit him.
More than ten hours had passed since he had returned to the village that morning, and he had not eaten a single thing. It would have been strange if he were not hungry!
Qian struggled to sit up. He had originally planned to casually eat a few Soldier Pills and make do.
But when he reached toward his Ninja Tool Pouch, he suddenly stopped.
He had already returned to the village. If he still ate Soldier Pills, would that not be treating himself a little too poorly?
Qian's nose twitched as he caught the faint aroma of food drifting in from outside. After thinking it over, he decided to go out and find something good to eat.
"Ha!"
Qian let out a low shout, sprang up from the bed with a kip-up, and landed on the floor.
"Crack, crack, crack—"
He stretched hard, and the bones throughout