After the spying gaze disappeared.
Qingchuan maintained his "low-power" cultivation for a long time before stopping once he was sure no one was watching him.
It was now noon.
Under the blazing sun, Qingchuan, feeling sticky all over, was even more unhappy.
He felt a little tired.
It's not just physical, but more importantly, psychological.
"What a disappointment..."
"Alright, let's call it a day."
Sheathed the sword.
Qingchuan plans to stop here for today and rest for half a day.
It is important to balance work and rest.
Although the system seems to only recognize the number of times he swings his sword to increase proficiency, the fatigue accumulating in his body is also increasing day by day.
It's perfectly reasonable to relax occasionally.
Back home.
After a hot bath, Qingchuan put her skirt back on.
He was going out for a stroll.
It's been over a month since I transmigrated here.
During this period, he did not see anyone except Itachi.
Departed early, returned late at night.
This is actually a potential problem.
His current public persona is Uchiha Haruko.
This impression needs to be implanted as soon as possible.
It's necessary to occasionally go out and show your face, subtly making your presence known.
Looking at myself in the mirror.
She's a vibrant young woman with gentle features, red lips, and white teeth; you wouldn't guess she has a younger brother.
Qingchuan took a deep breath and gave himself a final push.
You can do it.
"Eat a bowl of ramen, then buy some meatballs, and head home."
"Go for it, Haruko!"
Clenching her little fists tightly.
Carrying Senbonzakura, the young Haruko officially sets off.
The Uchiha clan's territory is some distance from the most prosperous area of Konoha.
However, the tribe also has its own market, and even many signature snacks.
Qingchuan decided to visit all the markets in the area first.
but.
He clearly underestimated the destructive power of his image.
Feeling ashamed, Qingchuan, who was being exposed to so many people for the first time, naturally felt a little guilty.
This naturally added to Haruko's image in the eyes of others.
So much so.
Whenever he bought something, no matter if the shopkeeper was an uncle or an aunt, she would say, "What a cute little girl!" and then give him more things but charge him less money.
This inadvertently gave Qingchuan some confidence.
This situation only improved after he left the Uchiha clan's territory.
People still looked at him with amazement, but whenever they saw the Uchiha clan crest on his back and the Senbonzakura in his arms, they were amazed.
Most people will unconsciously create some distance between themselves.
"In the end, we underestimated Konoha's suppression of the Uchiha."
Amazement and wariness canceled each other out, and Qingchuan, finally able to walk normally, sighed softly.
To be fair, the villagers of Konoha don't seem to be very intelligent.
Naruto is one thing.
The shadow of the Nine-Tails is too strong.
But his current image must be that of a harmless person.
Okay, the knife in his arms is a bit of a letdown.
But what bad intentions could a little girl have?
His eyes were filled with disdain.
Aokichi's gait and posture gradually took on the arrogance befitting an Uchiha.
He came out today.
They're just here to show off and make their presence felt.
This process will continue for the next seven years.
He will not stop until he learns Bankai and is able to fight Itachi without his skirt.
This is the best way to develop discreetly while maintaining a legal status.
However, it happened suddenly.
A dizzy yet malicious voice suddenly rang out.
Along with him came a staggering drunkard, still holding a sake bottle in his hand.
"You damned Uchiha!"
"I only drank two bottles of liquor! And they locked me up...locked me up for three days!"
"I'll settle this score with you sooner or later!"
"Huh?"
"A short guy dressed in those lousy Uchiha clothes?"
As they were talking.
This drunkard clearly had his eye on Qingchuan.
The alcohol-numbed visual nerves prevented the drunkard from immediately recognizing how adorable the person in front of him was.
However, the drunkard clearly noticed the Uchiha clan crest embroidered on Aokawa's skirt.
The humiliation of a few days ago turned into anger.
The drunkard immediately spotted his target, and with a swaying gait, he headed straight for Qingchuan with a sake bottle in his hand!
Qingchuan frowned.
In those 0.0007358 seconds, he thought a lot.
He could take down the drunkard in a shorter time, but that would also expose him to others.
He could also feign panic and tough it out by taking a wave of damage.
This way he can keep a low profile, but he was already quite annoyed because he was being watched all morning while he was practicing meditation...
If I get bullied by a drunkard, that would be even more disgusting!
Both options have their advantages and disadvantages, making it difficult to choose.
But before he could give a final answer, a dashing figure brought the crisis to an end.
It was a familiar figure.
He was not tall, but he was exceptionally agile and decisive in his attacks.
Qingchuan recognized the person at a glance.
The main reason is that he hasn't seen anyone else for over a month.
Itachi Uchiha, the eldest son of the current Uchiha clan head and the top student in the first year of the Konoha Ninja Academy.
He kicked the drunkard away and subdued him in no time. Amazingly, Itachi's gaze remained fixed on Aokawa the entire time.
"Please sober up, you drunkard!"
Itachi pinned the drunkard to the ground and then breathed a sigh of relief.
"Haruko, are you alright?"
"This guy...didn't scare you, did he?"
(End of Chapter)