Two hours later.
Night deepened.
Qian had finally finished most of his ninjutsu training. Today's training plan only had the Multiple Shadow Clone Technique left, along with the extremely time-consuming Mystical Palm Technique and Mind Reflection Technique.
However, it was already dark. If it got any later, the Leaf Village Gate would close.
He was no Anbu ninja, and he did not know the coded formula for passing through the village's Perception Barrier. If he rashly sneaked in, there was a very real chance he would alert the village.
When that happened, there would inevitably be trouble.
So it was better to return as soon as possible.
With that thought, Qian stopped lingering.
He put out the campfire in front of him, packed up his things, then used Wind Release: Wind Wings and Chakra Feather Cloak.
With a whoosh, he turned into a streak of azure light and flew into the sky at top speed, heading toward Konoha.
More than half an hour later, Qian returned outside Konoha.
By now, there were not many people here.
Under the watch of the two gatekeeping ninja, Qian walked into the village.
However, before he had gone far, he sensed a familiar aura. It was one of the people who had followed him that morning.
Qian did not pretend not to know. Instead, following that sensation, he looked up toward the high ground to his front right.
What entered his sight was a ninja in a black robe, wearing a mask.
The two looked at each other, and neither spoke.
Qian's expression was cold. Just like that, he stared with his Three-Tomoe Sharingan, quietly watching the other party.
Time passed second by second. The pedestrians coming and going noticed something strange about him, but he remained unmoved, simply staring at that Root ninja.