"Hey, tell me—do I look bad, or do those women just have terrible taste?" Uchiha Zhan asked, grabbing a nearby clansman.
"Uh… Lord Uchiha Zhan, you're very handsome. It must be that those women have no taste—they're not worthy of you at all," the clansman replied quickly, flattering him.
"Hmm, that sounds nice. I like hearing that. You're not lying to me, are you?" Zhan patted his shoulder, his tone slightly threatening.
"No, no, absolutely not. I'm telling the truth," the clansman said, shaking his head frantically.
With that look on your face, how could I dare say otherwise? he grumbled inwardly.
"Good. You speak much better than that guy. Let's go—we should pick up the pace and cover more ground before dark." With that, Zhan hurried off after Isamu.
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After traveling nearly a hundred kilometers without stopping to eat or drink, the sky finally began to darken.
"Isamu! Isamu! That's enough for today. Let's stop here. I'm starving!" Zhan called out, looking exhausted.
"Didn't you all eat?" Isamu asked, confused.
Everyone shook their heads. "We haven't eaten anything all day."
Isamu stared at them, speechless. "You guys are something else. You don't even eat while traveling? I'm impressed."
Zhan's expression darkened. "What do you mean by that? You didn't eat either, did you?"
"Uh… I was eating dried beef while running. I thought you were all doing the same. My bad," Isamu said awkwardly, rubbing his nose.
"Damn it, you sly fox! This isn't an emergency mission—why were you eating while running? You were always so far ahead, how were we supposed to know?!"
"We thought you were in a hurry, so we pushed ourselves to keep up. Turns out you'd already eaten! And you still act embarrassed? Do you have no shame?"
Everyone glared at him resentfully.
"Ah… hahaha, my mistake, my mistake. Let's set up camp here. I'll handle the lodging as compensation. You guys go start a fire and cook," Isamu said, quickly heading toward an open space.
"Alright, everyone, gather firewood!" Zhan ordered.
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While the others left to collect wood, Isamu formed a few hand seals.
"Wood Release: Wood House Jutsu!"
Roots burst from the ground, twisting and weaving together. In moments, five wooden houses stood neatly in the clearing.
"Done. Wood Release is really convenient—few hand seals, powerful, and practical. No wonder Uchiha Madara was always at a disadvantage against Senju Hashirama," Isamu muttered.
He glanced at the houses, then smirked. "They've got theirs, but I still need mine."
He formed seals again.
"Wood Release: Four-Pillar House Jutsu!"
A luxurious two-story wooden building rose instantly from the ground.
"Much better. This suits my status," Isamu said with satisfaction before heading inside.
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Ten minutes later, the group returned with firewood.
They froze.
"…Huh? Why are there houses here? Did we take the wrong path?" someone muttered.
"Why are you all standing around? Move!" Zhan shouted, pushing through—only to stop dead in his tracks.
"What the hell? Who led the way?! Why did you bring us somewhere else? Where's Isamu?!"
The scout quickly stepped forward. "Lord Zhan, this is our camp. I didn't lead us the wrong way!"
"You dare lie to my face? Look around! Since when does our camp have houses? And where's Isamu?!"
"I swear this is the right place!" the scout insisted, nearly in tears.
"Fine! If this is the right place, then Isamu should be here. Go find him!"
Determined to prove himself, the scout stepped forward and shouted:
"Lord Isamu! Lord Isamu! Lord Isamu!"
After several calls—
"What are you yelling for? Summoning ghosts or something?"
Isamu walked out of one of the houses, clearly annoyed.
Everyone froze.
"Lord Isamu! You finally came out! If you hadn't, I'd have been blamed to death!" the scout cried, rushing forward and hugging his leg.
"Hey, hey, let go! Talk first—what are you doing?" Isamu pulled him up.
Zhan stepped forward, pointing at the houses. "Where did these come from?"
"I made them with Ninjutsu. Two people per house. Simple," Isamu said casually.
Zhan's eyes widened. "What kind of technique is this? It's insanely useful! Teach me!"
Isamu immediately shut him down. "It's a secret technique. You can't learn it."
"…Damn it! Why didn't you say that earlier? You got my hopes up for nothing!"
"Alright, enough talking. Start the fire and cook," Zhan grumbled, tossing the firewood aside.
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As everyone got to work, Isamu turned to the scout.
"Next time Zhan falsely accuses you, don't just stand there—fight back. Why put up with that?"
The scout panicked. "No, no! How could I fight Lord Zhan? That's impossible!"
"What's there to be afraid of? We're all just people—two arms, one head. If you win, it means you're capable. If you lose, then you deserved the beating. Next time, just hit him," Isamu said with a grin.
"Y-Yes… I'll go help with the fire!" the scout said, fleeing immediately.
Isamu chuckled, clearly amused.
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