In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
Qian had neither encountered enemies nor run into danger. Aside from routine patrols each day, he spent all his time seizing every moment to train.
The two sword techniques he had been thinking about were both progressing quite well, and their Proficiency had risen by a fair amount. Leaf-Style Swordsmanship in particular had almost reached perfection.
Right now, Qian only wanted to finish the mission as quickly as possible, then go back and keep grinding progress.
However, events rarely unfolded according to a person's wishes.
Just as Qian thought today would be as calm as the previous three days, he suddenly received a distress signal from one of his subordinates.
That was right—a subordinate.
Ever since he had been promoted to Chunin, he was no longer dispensable cannon fodder. Coupled with the added status of being from the prestigious Uchiha clan, he held a certain position in almost every mission.
Just like this time. He was the captain of one of the patrol squads, with three Chunin under him, and the person who had sent the signal was one of them.
By the time he and the other two arrived, that man was already dead.
At once, all three of them became fully alert, warily looking around. Qian pushed his Sharingan to its limit, keeping constant watch for the slightest movement nearby.
They could not be blamed for being so tense. The enemy's strength truly could not be underestimated.
From the moment they discovered the signal to the moment they rushed over, no more than a minute had passed at most.
And anyone who could kill someone in such a short span of time, no matter how they did it, would not be simple.
So they had to be careful.
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