The Whole Hidden Leaf Cursed the White Fang, but I Supported Him in the Street

When Qian Ye left the High-Security Prison, it was already dark.

He held the Hokage's authorization order, feeling fairly pleased.

This thing was more useful than a Kunai now.

With it, the Yin Seal was basically secured.

As long as he gradually stored away the chakra converted from Sea King flesh and blood, he would no longer have to drain his chakra reserves dry every time he fought.

Who would be able to choke him with his chakra capacity after this?

There was no need to worry about that.

Qian Ye walked along the streets of the Hidden Leaf toward the ANBU archives.

The shops along the street gradually lit their lamps. The scent of food drifted out, mixing with the lingering smell of gunpowder on him.

When he reached a secluded corner, he suddenly stopped.

There was a vegetable stall ahead.

The vendor was an elderly woman, and she was throwing a bunch of wilted greens onto the ground with a look of disgust.

"I won't sell to you!"

"You sinner of the Hidden Leaf!"

"My son died because of people like you, who ignore the bigger picture!"

Her shrill curses carried through the street.

Several passersby stopped and began pointing as well.

"Shameless."

"His mission failed, and he still has the nerve to stay in the village?"

"If I were him, I'd have committed seppuku to apologize long ago."

The man standing before the vegetable stall never argued back.

He wore a faded gray yukata, his silver hair casually tied behind his head.

His back was perfectly straight.

Yet it carried an exhaustion he could not suppress.

Hatake Sakumo.

The White Fang of Konoha.

A man who had once made Shadow Level experts from every village wary now got cursed to his face just for buying a bundle