Besides, his strength had long since surpassed that of ordinary Shinobi.
What the hell was there to fear?
Hmph, just you wait.
The boy flicked his sleeve, turned, and left.
Xuan Zhe ignored him and went back to poring over news about Konoha.
A day passed.
Xuan Zhe stayed at his lodgings in Konoha all night, waiting for them to send someone to pick him up the next day.
At first light, an Anbu Shinobi arrived at the door.
Xuan Zhe followed him onto the plane.
He could not help asking, "How many people are in your Shinobi force now?"
"A little over thirty thousand."
"Thirty thousand..."
Xuan Zhe muttered the number, his expression darkening.
This Konoha Ninja really did have some skill. He had recruited thirty thousand people in a single day, at a frightening pace.
But on second thought, it was nothing to make a fuss about.
Konoha's intelligence forces had never been idle, scouring the world for intelligence operatives from every nation. He had seen what those people could do. Not to mention that Konoha maintained a special intelligence network of its own, their trump card.
Thinking of it that way, recruiting thirty thousand Shinobi in one day actually seemed perfectly reasonable.
"Xuan Zhe, does your intelligence organization still need people? If it's convenient, a few of us would like to serve under you."
Xuan Zhe's ears twitched as an unfamiliar voice drifted over from behind him.
He turned his head and glanced toward its source.
A young man stood opposite him, staring at him.
"Who are you?" Xuan Zhe raised an eyebrow, his tone somewhat casual.
The young man smiled and introduced himself. "I'm Sasuke Uchiha, head of Konoha's intelligence network. My signature move is Fire Release: Torrential Pear Blossom Needles. Just call me Sasuke."