The wonderful capital of the Land of Wind

Uchiha Qiongyue watched Bieshu Feifan flee in disarray. Though his face was filled with resentment, he could no longer sustain the red glow in his eyes, and his Sharingan deactivated on its own.

Bieshu Feifan had not run far when he noticed that Uchiha Qiongyue was not chasing him.

He looked back, only to find that Qiongyue had run away too.

Bieshu Feifan knew that Qiongyue had exhausted his strength and lost an arm, but he still did not dare give chase.

If his opponent erupted again like he had just now, his little body would not be able to take it.

And just now, Uchiha Qiongyue's eyes had evolved to Three-Tomoe!

Bieshu Feifan felt afraid, yet he could not help licking his lips.

A Three-Tomoe Sharingan on someone so badly wounded was even more tempting than before.

Gritting his teeth, Bieshu Feifan forced his broken arm back into place.

"Hiss..."

That piercing pain truly was not something an ordinary person could endure.

Even Bieshu Feifan broke out in sweat across his forehead from the pain.

But for the Sharingan, it was all worth it.

Putting his left arm in a sling, Bieshu Feifan set off after Uchiha Qiongyue once again.

Although Qiongyue had awakened the Three-Tomoe, he was already badly wounded, had lost his left arm, and had exhausted his chakra.

He could not get far.

Using the Byakugan's vision, Bieshu Feifan was in no hurry to strike this time, merely trailing far behind Uchiha Qiongyue.

He maintained a relatively safe distance the entire time.

This time, Bieshu Feifan would absolutely not allow himself to fail again.

If Uchiha Qiongyue realized he could not escape, he might lash out like a cornered animal.

He was badly wounded anyway, and they were in the Land of Wind. He could not get far.

Even if he did, the Sand Ninja would be more than happy to kill an elite Uchiha from Konoha.

Actually, Bieshu Feifan had not wanted to attack Uchiha Qiongyue at first. After all, he was an elite chunin with a Two-Tomoe Sharingan.

But Uchiha Qiongyue was a devious character himself. He had actually wanted to kill Bieshu Feifan's three cannon-fodder students, so he could hardly blame Bieshu Feifan for playing dirty.

At that moment, Uchiha Qiongyue was walking alone through the desert of the Land of Wind.

The bleeding from the stump of his left arm would not stop. Combined with the poison he had suffered while fighting the Sand Ninja earlier, he was already at the end of his rope.

Uchiha Qiongyue knew that the strange brat named Bieshu Feifan was following him.

Although he could not detect him at all, his instincts told him that Bieshu Feifan was there.

Scenes from Uchiha Qiongyue's life surfaced in his mind.

There was joy, there was sorrow, and there were the hopes he had held for Konoha in his youth...

After his thoughts wandered for a long while, they returned to this mission.

If he could do it over, he would never have accepted this mission.

Nor would he ever have offended Bieshu Feifan.

If he and Bieshu Feifan had worked together, he believed they could have returned alive.

He also strongly suspected that Bieshu Feifan was an Uchiha descendant who had ended up outside the clan and was then exploited by Konoha's higher-ups.

Thinking of Konoha's higher-ups brought another bitter smile to Uchiha Qiongyue's face.

Since when had comrades from the village become even more dangerous than the enemy?

The blood just would not stop.

Uchiha Qiongyue's consciousness was already hazy, and the symptoms of his poisoning were growing increasingly severe.

Uchiha Qiongyue no longer knew where he was going. He had lost the ability to tell directions.

Only the last trace of his subconscious told him not to stop. If he stopped, he would die.

The yellow sand in the Land of Wind grew thicker and thicker. A sandstorm was probably coming.

Thud.

Uchiha Qiongyue collapsed in the desert, his eyes not fully closed, but already rolled back to show their whites.

He had died some time ago; only now had he fallen.

Bieshu Feifan, who was following behind Uchiha Qiongyue and still waiting for an opportunity to strike, activated his Byakugan from time to time to check on him. By now, he was exhausted too.

Rubbing his eyes, Bieshu Feifan activated his Byakugan again and froze for a moment.

Uchiha Qiongyue had fallen!

Only after a long time did Bieshu Feifan quietly creep close to Uchiha Qiongyue's corpse.

He threw a kunai, which sank cleanly into Qiongyue's neck.

There was no movement, nor did he disappear.

Uchiha Qiongyue was truly dead.

Suppressing his excitement, Bieshu Feifan carefully turned Uchiha Qiongyue's corpse over.

There were no traps, and he was not playing dead.

The corpse had even begun to stiffen.

Looking at Uchiha Qiongyue's corpse, Bieshu Feifan's heart pounded. He swallowed, and the fingers of his right hand swiftly reached for Qiongyue's eyes.

Special chakra, absorbed.

A surging wave of chakra instantly flooded Bieshu Feifan's body, especially his head.

This powerful ocular energy seemed eager to gather in his eyes.

"Hahahahaha! My luck has finally turned!"

He had obtained a complete Three-Tomoe Sharingan!

Bieshu Feifan laughed wildly for a while before finally reining in his excitement.

He immediately could not resist activating this ocular energy.

Although there was no obvious change in his eyes, Bieshu Feifan could clearly feel that his ability to track movement had improved severalfold.

It was just a little chakra-intensive. With his genin physique, he struggled to sustain the Three-Tomoe Sharingan for long.

But Bieshu Feifan was already very satisfied.

Now, his ability to stay alive had increased dramatically.

But the sandstorm was almost here, and he needed to survive this night first...

Several days later, Bieshu Feifan had disguised himself to look like a wandering child laborer.

He did not return to Konoha, instead going to the capital of the Land of Wind.

Bieshu Feifan did not know whether Uchiha Qiongyue had sent any messages to Konoha or the Uchiha Clan before he died. If he had, returning now would be courting death.

Besides, the mission was still unfinished, and everyone who knew what had happened was dead. If he returned now, that bastard Hiruzen Sarutobi would absolutely send him back to the battlefield.

The capital of the Land of Wind lay in a vast oasis, completely at odds with the desert landscape outside.

Apart from the temperature still being somewhat high, this place looked quite nice.

People bustled to and fro, with no sign of the war's effects.

Ninja really were lacking in intelligence.

They clearly possessed formidable military strength, yet they willingly let themselves be controlled by others-and by trash like the daimyo, at that.

Looking at the various luxurious buildings in the capital of the Land of Wind, Bieshu Feifan clenched his fists.

When he became Hokage someday, he would have to ask:

How many divisions did the daimyo have, to dare lord it over ninja?

Although he had entered the capital of the Land of Wind, Bieshu Feifan had no money.

He had deposited all the compensation from the Uchiha in Konoha Bank and had brought no money when he left on the mission.

But this was no obstacle for Bieshu Feifan.

He was no rule-abiding native of the Shinobi World. He had plenty of strength and ways to use it.

That night, Bieshu Feifan slipped into a building that looked fairly luxurious.

Sneaking into the master's bedroom, he saw a plump middle-aged man sleeping soundly on a large, soft bed.

Bieshu Feifan walked straight over and pulled up one of his eyelids.

"Huh?"

The middle-aged fat man felt a pain in his eye, and a piece of information instantly appeared in his mind:

My dad is back. My dad is back.

Using his newly acquired Three-Tomoe Sharingan, Bieshu Feifan planted a genjutsu suggestion in him.

Although Bieshu Feifan did not know genjutsu, with the Three-Tomoe Sharingan in hand, sheer power could make up for technique. Hypnotizing an ordinary person was no problem.

As soon as the hypnosis was complete, the fat man flopped back down to continue sleeping, only for Bieshu Feifan to haul him up.

The middle-aged fat man instantly woke up. Seeing Bieshu Feifan, he instinctively called out:

"Dad?"

Bieshu Feifan patted his head.

"Yes, good boy. Your dad's left arm is broken. Hurry and find a doctor to take a look at me."

"All right, Dad."

The middle-aged fat man agreed, feeling that something was a little odd, though he could not say exactly what.

He kept feeling that his dad should not look like this, and that he seemed to have died long ago.

Yet he also felt that Bieshu Feifan was his dad.

Shaking his head, he did not think much more about it and went to find a doctor.

Although the Land of Wind was generally dry and barren, the wealthy gentlemen and merchants in its oases lived no worse than their counterparts in the Land of Fire.

Bieshu Feifan ate well and lived comfortably in this middle-aged fat man's home, and his left arm soon healed.

But Bieshu Feifan had no intention of leaving just yet. He was having so much fun here that he had no desire to return to Konoha.

Now that his injury had healed, it was time to continue training.

In this world, strength was ultimately what mattered most.

"Son, arrange a quiet, spacious courtyard for your dad. I need to train."

Bieshu Feifan reinforced the fat man's hypnosis once every day. Whenever he needed something, he simply gave him orders, not even bothering to show himself.

"Son, buy some ninja tools for your dad."

For a while after that, Bieshu Feifan settled down to train in peace.

With no worries about food or clothing, and safety to boot, life was truly comfortable.

His two Fire Release Ninjutsu, Great Fireball and Phoenix Flower Fire, both improved considerably again.

There was also the Wind Release Ninjutsu Danzo had given him, Great Breakthrough.

Although its rank was very low, Bieshu Feifan still spent a long time studying it.

"Son, get your dad some genjutsu scrolls."

In between training, Bieshu Feifan also planned to improve his greatest current asset: the Sharingan's genjutsu.

He showed no hesitation whatsoever in ordering around this son he had acquired out of nowhere.

This life was bliss, far better than living in Konoha, where he might not survive to see another day.

Bieshu Feifan absolutely loved it here.