Xiaren's mission this time was to escort a merchant to the Capital. Never mind Ninja blocking the road-even bandits would probably be scarce.
The merchant was utterly dumbfounded when he saw the three Uchiha. Was I really that important? I could actually hire the Uchiha Clan to protect me?
When he saw Xiaren's face, his expression instantly fell.
"What's with that look? A Three-Tomoe Sharingan user is escorting you, and you're still not satisfied? Ant, do you want me to crush you underfoot?"
"No, no, no! I'm happy! I'm just too happy! Boo-hoo, these are tears of joy!"
"That had better be it! You should feel honored to witness my glorious bearing. On the road, I'll tell you how I once fought Three Thousand Kage alone and swept through the Five Great Nations with my two palms.
"Know Madara Uchiha, the Asura of the Ninja World? Back then, he was nothing but a defeated opponent of mine.
"As the saying goes, at the pinnacle of Ninja, looking down upon the world, where I, Xiaren, stand, there are the heavens..."
"The curtain shall rise, and supreme beauty shall descend..."
The merchant opened his mouth, looking as though he had nothing left to live for. This was not his first visit to Konoha; naturally, he knew what sort of person this was.
I'm doomed! How am I supposed to survive this trip? Someone save me! Killing me would work too!
After learning that Uchiha Jinyan's group of three had taken a C-rank mission to the Capital, the other Uchiha began getting restless. They had not fought in ages and were bored out of their minds.
Fugaku's head hurt. Three Elite Jonin taking a single C-rank mission-how had they even come up with that? If everyone did this, how were Konoha's Genin supposed