A few hours later, deep into the night, Qing Ming finally completed his training plan for the day.
He then used the Communication Technique to contact his shadow clones traveling with the team and confirm their current location. Over the past two days, the convoy had moved ahead of him.
His aim was to determine whether the team had moved out of communication range with him and the clones, so he could adjust his training location accordingly.
Before long, the connection was established.
The convoy was still within communication range, but barely. Recognizing this, Qing Ming decided not to linger.
He quickly tidied up any traces of his presence from the past two days, unfolded a map, and selected a new training location.
With that decided, he activated Wind Release: Wings of Wind and Chakra Cloak, flying toward the new destination at top speed.
Thanks to his incredible speed of 300 meters per second, it took him only about ten minutes to arrive at the location.
Fortunately, there were no unexpected incidents this time, and the surroundings were peaceful. Qing Ming found a spot to rest and promptly fell asleep.
The next day, after eating some pre-prepared ration pills to fill his stomach, he resumed his training. Meanwhile, the convoy continued to advance.
Days passed in this manner.
To Qing Ming's surprise, the journey back to the village, which he initially estimated would take a week, only took five days.
By now, the convoy was nearing the village. At this pace, they would likely arrive within a day.
This acceleration was a clear reflection of the team's eagerness to return to the village.
Qing Ming understood their feelings well. Most of the convoy members, like him, had been away from the village for two or three years.
For Qing Ming, the situation was different. As a transmigrator, he had no deep emotional attachments to the village.
But for the others, who had families waiting for them, the urge to return home was natural.
Luckily, their journey had been uneventful. The thought of someone dying just before reaching the village would have been truly tragic.
Setting these thoughts aside, Qing Ming glanced at his training interface.
The Water Release: Great Shark Bullet Technique was only 1,000 points of proficiency away from leveling up, which filled him with a sense of dissatisfaction.
Originally, with a week-long timeline, he had expected the technique to level up just as they returned to the village.
However, the faster travel had disrupted his plan. Even if he trained to the limit tomorrow, he would still be short 500–600 proficiency points.
This gap was frustrating, as the jump from Level 8 to Level 9 was a significant leap.
If he could push the technique to Level 9, its effectiveness would undergo a qualitative transformation, greatly enhancing its practicality in combat.
Qing Ming hadn't forgotten his goal—to eliminate Danzo as soon as possible after returning to the village.
In this critical moment, every bit of strength mattered.
Still, the delay was not a major problem.
He wouldn't act against Danzo immediately upon returning. There was still intelligence to gather and opportunities to create.
Perhaps by the time he made his move, even the Chakra Cloak, which required another two weeks to level up, might have advanced.
With such thoughts flashing through his mind, Qing Ming closed the training interface and found a spot to rest.
The next morning, on the seventh day, Qing Ming and his team entered Konoha through the main gate.
Cheers erupted from the crowd.
On either side of the road, villagers had gathered to welcome them, cheering enthusiastically for the convoy members.
Qing Ming looked at the scene with an indifferent expression.
"Well, they really went all out," he thought.
The crowd wasn't there of their own accord—it was an orchestrated event.
In fact, the convoy could have returned to the village the previous evening, but they received a message from the village asking them to delay their arrival until this morning.
Clearly, the purpose was to stage this welcoming ceremony, a political move to boost morale.
After all, having no one greet the returning fighters might dampen their spirits.
Though no one would openly complain, feelings of disappointment could fester.
Ninjas, after all, were human too. And humans, no matter how selfless, were drawn to recognition and honor.
The beaming smiles on the faces of the convoy members were evidence enough that the gesture had worked.
Shaking his head slightly, Qing Ming chose not to dwell on the matter. After completing the ceremony, he followed protocol and submitted the mission report at the Hokage's office.
With that done, he returned to his residence.
At this time, the Nine-Tails attack had not yet occurred, and while the Uchiha clan's district had already been relocated once by Tobirama Senju, it was still situated in a central area of the village.
So it didn't take him long to reach his home.
Walking into the house after such a long time gave Qing Ming a strange mix of familiarity and estrangement.
The familiarity came from the original host's memories. Having lived here for nearly a decade, every corner of the house carried fragments of his past.
The estrangement, on the other hand, stemmed from Qing Ming's own experiences. Since transmigrating, his actual time spent in this home—excluding his brief stay during the Chunin Exams—only totaled a few months.
Compared to the years he had spent away on missions, his time here was negligible.
Looking around, Qing Ming reconnected with the original host's memories. He then spent some time thoroughly cleaning the house inside and out.
After finishing, he returned to his bedroom, intending to rest for a bit.
Initially, he planned to train outside later in the day.
But as soon as he lay on the bed, he felt an overwhelming sense of inertia.
The two years of battlefield life, while not filled with life-threatening situations, had left him with a constant undercurrent of unease.
Without realizing it, he had accumulated a significant amount of mental fatigue.
Although he had often analyzed the thoughts and motivations of others—believing the convoy members simply longed for the peace of home—he hadn't recognized that Konoha also represented a safe harbor for him.
Back in this relatively secure environment, he couldn't help but relax.
This wasn't laziness but a form of self-adjustment.
Even training required balance.
While he had made time for rest during his journeys, it was never a complete release.
Here, in the safety of Konoha, it was different. He could finally let down his guard and truly unwind.
With such thoughts in mind, Qing Ming closed his eyes, and before he knew it, he was fast asleep.
Minutes later, soft snores filled the room.
Although he had rested for several hours the night before, his body and mind were so relaxed now that he drifted off without effort.
This was a testament to the fatigue he had accumulated.
After all, going from a peaceful modern world to this dangerous, war-torn reality was an enormous adjustment.
While Qing Ming had always appeared adaptable, that resilience was only on the surface.
Deep down, he had never truly felt safe.
This was why he worked so tirelessly to grow stronger.
In a world as perilous as this one, only overwhelming strength could bring him a sense of security.
Ultimately, Qing Ming was just a human being—an ordinary person, despite everything.
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