"Master, since they don't welcome us, why did we come here?"
"For your training, of course."
"Huh?! Me?"
"Even though you have those eyes now, that isn't the end. The road ahead is still very long, so we came here to train your state of mind."
"...A state of mind? Can that be trained too?"
"Why not? Have faith in your master."
As they talked and walked, the two soon arrived at an empty dojo. Only an old man stayed behind to clean; everything else had been moved out.
"This will be where we live from now on. I bought it in advance."
Shadow Clone Zero took out a thick envelope and handed it to the elderly janitor. The old man did not even look at it before putting it away and leaving.
Itono looked around curiously. The dojo covered quite a large area, around four to five hundred square meters at a glance.
"There's a back door over there. Outside is a vegetable garden, and there's another floor above the dojo for living quarters."
"Master, a house this big must have cost a lot, right?"
"Mm." Shadow Clone Zero thought for a moment. "I think it took over ten million ryo to acquire."
This dojo was located in the Capital of the Land of Iron, the place with the most samurai—and likewise the most dojos. The one Shadow Clone Zero had bought was one of the most inconspicuous among them.
The previous owner had not wanted to sell at first. In such a prime location, he could make a considerable amount of money every year without lifting a finger. But who was Uchiha Gen?
When reason did not work, there was always force. After a few rounds of overt and covert threats, they secured the dojo without a hitch.