All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind.
Qian saw the person behind him draw a Kunai and slash backhanded toward his neck. Knowing there was no way he could dodge it under normal conditions, he simply stopped hiding and activated his Sharingan in an instant.
The next moment, the other party's movements looked as slow as a crawling turtle in his eyes.
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Qian suddenly threw his head back, avoiding the Kunai's attack, while kicking off the ground with both feet and pulling his whole body backward.
Only then did he finally get a clear look at the attacker.
The other party looked to be in his early twenties, wearing an Iwagakure Jonin uniform, with a startled, uncertain expression still on his face, as if wondering how Qian could have dodged that strike.
It was only when he saw the Sharingan in Qian's eyes that the confusion on his face disappeared, replaced by undisguised hatred.
This hatred was not directed at Qian himself, but at those eyes of his.
Looking at that pair of Sharingan, Hideji Kohara thought back to the humiliation he had suffered when he had still been a Genin.
At the time, he had been following his teacher on a mission.
Along the way, they had encountered an Uchiha shinobi who had awakened his eyes. The other party's strength had been far too great, and throughout the entire fight he had toyed with them like a cat with mice, playing around as he killed Hideji's teacher and companions.
As for Hideji himself, he had been too afraid to act, and had watched helplessly as it all happened.
In the end, that Uchiha shinobi had spared him.
Not because the other party