The next day.
Early morning.
Qian and a dozen or so Genin, escorted by a Jonin squad and a Chunin squad, set out on the road back to the village.
Along the way, people kept sneaking glances at Qian.
It was no wonder they acted that way. Qian had his Sharingan active the entire time; it would have been hard not to draw attention.
Qian, however, paid it no mind.
With his Sharingan exposed, he had lost his trump card. Under these circumstances, he naturally had to do everything he could to improve his own strength.
If he did not use the travel time to grind his Sharingan progress, was he supposed to just waste it?
As for the others' stares, what did that have to do with him?
Because of that, Qian remained extremely calm the whole way, but that gave people the false impression that he was deliberately showing off his Sharingan.
Still, everyone here had come down from the battlefield, so no one caused trouble for him over it. Not that he was afraid, anyway.
But if they could coexist peacefully, Qian did not want to waste extra effort.
Just like that, two days slipped by quietly.
That night.
As usual, Qian completed one round of practice with "Genjutsu: Sharingan," when a sudden flash of understanding crossed his mind.
Immediately afterward, he realized that his "Genjutsu: Sharingan" had leveled up.
He opened the Status Panel and glanced over it. Sure enough, its level had gone from lv1 (191/200) two days ago to lv2 (1/500) now.
Qian tried using it once. His hand-seal speed was about twenty percent faster than before, and the effect was slightly stronger as well.
The improvement was not large, but it was progress all the same.
Qian calmed himself and continued that night's