Yechen paid no attention to other people's looks, nor did he care what they said. He would rather spend that time improving his strength.
Even on the road, he kept busy, constantly using Space Compression to train his body and strengthen his physique.
As a result, Yechen remained calm throughout the journey, but that also made him seem arrogant to others.
For four straight days, none of them said a word to Yechen. When they rejoined the Konoha contingent, the others had no intention of greeting him either.
He was perfectly happy with that. After saying goodbye to the leader, he headed straight back to the Uchiha Clan Compound.
When he got home, he found the rooms covered in dust after months of standing empty.
Only after spending some time cleaning did he finally get to lie comfortably on his own bed.
Yechen was tired.
Indeed, several months on the battlefield had left him exhausted, both physically and mentally.
Under those conditions, a peaceful night's sleep had been impossible. He had constantly worried about sneak attacks from enemy shinobi.
Only now, back in Konoha and in the little home where he had first arrived after transmigrating, did he feel even a little safe.
He decided to get a good night's sleep first and ease the strain of months spent on edge.
That sleep lasted two full days. When he woke, his whole body felt at ease. The mental fatigue that had plagued him for so long was gone, and he felt far more refreshed.
"Ah... that feels good."
Yechen stretched, unable to help himself.
Grrr...!
He smiled and rubbed his stomach. He really was hungry. Just as he was about to take out a Spirit-Transforming Fruit, he remembered that he was home. Why would he need to fill his stomach