Chapter 36

Before, he was just one person; whether he defected or just laid low, it didn't really matter.

Later.

There were Teuchi and his daughter.

Now, there was one more, Shisui.

Really... sigh!

He truly couldn't imagine, if this continued, would there be even more shackles on him?

Thinking of this, he understood Orochimaru.

No wonder when the village discovered he was doing human experiments, he didn't offer a single rebuttal, and didn't even bother to drag the "Pot-Shadow" Danzo into the mess.

It stands to reason that on one hand, he was heartbroken that Sarutobi Hiruzen didn't choose him as the Fourth Hokage.

But, more than that.

Having thoroughly realized the meaning of life and attempting to pursue eternal life, he probably wanted to actively sever these bonds with Konoha.

In front of the main house, on the steps.

Watching Shisui's retreating back and then looking at the ninja crow beside him, Uchiha Jin had a massive headache.

"Hmm, it doesn't matter."

"It's just a Shisui; saving him isn't too difficult."

"The Third Great Ninja War has only just begun, the Nine-Tails incident is still far off, and the night of the clan massacre is even further away."

"No rush, take it slow."

Uchiha Jin rubbed his temples, constantly trying to convince himself.

Yes.

He wasn't a cold-blooded person; on the contrary, the memories of his past life and the influence of five thousand years of civilization taught him what it meant to repay a drop of kindness with a gushing spring.

Teuchi and his daughter were like this, and Shisui was the same.

He could manage to ignore the deaths of others, following the principle of "if people don't offend me, I won't offend them."

The lives and deaths of others had nothing to do with him.

Everyone sweeps the snow from their own doorstep; who cares about the frost on someone else's roof?

Sarutobi Hiruzen wanted to wipe out the Uchiha, and Uchiha Jin felt indifferent.

However, Shisui was different!

Having thought all this through, a cold glint flickered in his eyes.

The next day, early morning.

Konoha Ninja Academy, fifth-grade classroom.

The atmosphere was very noisy, with the vast majority of people excitedly fantasizing, looking as if they couldn't wait to head to the battlefield immediately.

Only those from the various clans looked listless, as if they hadn't woken up yet.

Uchiha Jin: "..."

Looking at the scene before him, he couldn't help but yawn.

With a lazy expression, he sat in his seat, leaning back in his chair, just staring blankly out the window.

He didn't want to participate in the clamor inside the classroom at all.

In this class, he had no friends.

He was a loner, quiet and handsome.

Because he was an Uchiha, no one came to actively seek friendship with him.

After all, the Uchiha's reputation in Konoha had long since stunk to high heaven.

Of course.

No one came to provoke him either.

The reason was simple.

The true clan elites and civilian geniuses were basically all in Class A; his Class B was full of ordinary ninjas.

Those from clans kept their distance from him out of respect.

As for those from civilian backgrounds, although they loathed the Uchiha, they didn't dare to truly provoke him.

After all, even though the Uchiha had a bad reputation, they were indisputably Konoha's number one prestigious clan.

They weren't geniuses, and they had no one backing them; Uchiha Jin hadn't provoked them, so as long as they weren't stupid, they wouldn't come looking for trouble with him.

It was precisely because of this.

That he was able to spend five years leisurely in the school.

On the other hand, because he was an Uchiha, he was naturally handsome.

Therefore, quite a few female students tried to pursue him.

But, unfortunately.

Uchiha Jin was just lying low, not truly a loser.

So, for these female students, even if some were truly pretty, he didn't care for them at all.

The reason was also very simple.

They weren't just civilians; since coming to this school, they had automatically become ninjas.

After today, they would all be heading to the battlefield.

And the survival rate for ordinary ninjas like them was less than one percent.

He didn't want to just get a girlfriend today and have her die on the battlefield a few days later.

So, forget it.

Anyway, he was still young; once he laid low for a few more years and became a true powerhouse, would he have to worry about not finding a girlfriend?

Time passed slowly.

About half an hour later, Sarutobi Daio walked into the classroom.

Because he knew that those sitting here were a group of cannon fodder about to head to the battlefield, he naturally couldn't be bothered to talk about feelings or make friends with everyone.

So, without any nonsense, he spoke immediately.

"Alright, everyone back to your seats."

"I am now going to announce the squad assignments; everyone listen carefully, understand?"

"I will only say this once."

"Team 1: Kurosawa Mayu, Ishizuka Yuta, Miyata Shiho."

"Team 2: Abe Kairei, Sugawara Mana, Kawahara Sara."

"Team 3:..."

"..."