Chapter 35 This boy is no ordinary person (Part 2 combined...)
Days passed, and Yan Sheng's swordsmanship improved at a visible pace. The katana became increasingly fitting in his hands, as if it were an extension of his arm.
His guidance on poetry continued, like spring rain nourishing all things, subtle and silent.
That day, Yan Sheng sat on the veranda, wiping the blade. Shi sat quietly beside him, swinging her legs, gazing at the blade that gleamed coldly in the sunlight, seemingly lost in thought.
“Poetry,” Yan Sheng suddenly spoke, his voice calm.
"Huh?" Shi snapped out of her daze and turned to look at him.
"What do you think strength is?" Yan Sheng didn't look at her; his gaze remained fixed on the knife, as if he were just casually discussing an ordinary topic.
Shi tilted her head and thought for a moment, trying to organize her thoughts: "Um... it's like... like Brother Ban, very powerful, no one can defeat him? Or... like Brother Yan Sheng, who can keep wielding his sword?"
Yan Sheng paused slightly while wiping, then continued: "This is one example. But a powerful performance doesn't stop there."
He raised his eyes, his gaze fixed on the distant courtyard. His tone remained calm, yet carried a guiding quality: "To be able to keenly sense approaching danger is a kind of strength; to be able to see through lies and pretense is a kind of strength; to be able to maintain calm thinking amidst chaos is a kind of strength. Even... to be able to endure what ordinary people cannot, and to persevere for a certain goal, is also a kind of strength."
Every word he uttered was like a pebble thrown into the lake of poetry, creating ripples.
“True strength is not just about power that is visible to the naked eye,” Yan Sheng concluded, his gaze falling on Shi, “but also here.” He pointed to Shi’s head, “and here.” Then he pressed his hand to his heart.
She seemed to understand the poem, but not quite; her large eyes shone brightly. She vaguely sensed that what her brother Yan Sheng had said was very important.
"Then... Brother Yan Sheng, why do you want to become so powerful?" Shi asked hesitantly. "Isn't it enough to have the power to protect myself and the people I care about?"
Yan Sheng remained silent for a moment. The only sound in the courtyard was the rustling of leaves in the wind.
Just when Shi thought he wouldn't answer, he slowly spoke, his voice low and clear: "In order to change some wrong things, in order not to lose again, in order to... have the right to decide what you and others care about."
His words carried a hint of obscurity, yet their weight was clearly conveyed to Shi. Shi did not press further, but silently kept these words in mind, waiting to understand them later.
***
Yan Sheng finished another round of sword practice, slightly out of breath, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead. He didn't start the next round immediately, but walked to the corridor and looked at Shi, who was clumsily imitating his sword-wielding movements with a small twig.
“Poetry,” he began, his voice slightly hoarse from the exertion he had just undergone.
Shi immediately stopped what she was doing, turned around, and looked at him: "Brother Yan Sheng?"
"Chakra, have you learned it?"
Shi nodded, a hint of pride on her face: "I've learned it! Teacher Guishi taught us how to sense and extract chakra. Now I can make chakra circulate a little in my body!" As she spoke, she stretched out her little hand, trying to concentrate, and a wisp of chakra light appeared in her palm.
This is normal.
In the perilous Warring States period, any family with ninja blood would teach their children the basics of chakra as early as possible. This was not just for fighting, but also for survival.
Even decades later, during the relatively peaceful ninja village era, most ninja children had already laid a foundation in chakra before entering school, and the school's education focused more on systematic ninjutsu and taijutsu instruction.
Therefore, Yan Sheng was not surprised by this. The reason he asked the extra question was simply to lead into what he was about to say.
"Hmm." He responded, acknowledging it. "From today onwards, in addition to what the clan teaches you, I will teach you some other things."
Shi's eyes lit up instantly, filled with anticipation: "Really? Brother Yan Sheng is going to teach me to become even better?"
"I suppose so." Yan Sheng didn't explain much and immediately began teaching. "You must not slack off in the clan's ninjutsu training. If you don't understand something, you can ask the teacher in charge." He was well aware of his own mediocre ninjutsu skills, so he couldn't offer much guidance in that area.
"What I'm going to teach you is this." He raised the katana in his hand, its cold blade reflecting the sunlight, "and how to more effectively mobilize your chakra when using it."
He decided to start by teaching the most basic sword techniques and the localized enhancement of chakra. For example, how to concentrate a small amount of chakra in the wrist, ankle, and blade to increase speed, power, and sharpness. These were some practical techniques he had figured out on his own after experiencing battles in his previous life and combining them with the chakra system in this life. Although they were not as flashy as ninjutsu, they were absolutely efficient and deadly.
He studied poetry very diligently, trying to imitate Yan Sheng's every move, attempting to perceive and control that weak and untamed chakra.
Seeing Shi's face flushed red as she tried to gather a wisp of chakra at her fingertips, Yan Sheng felt a pang of hesitation.
He hesitated whether to teach the art of poetic breathing.
That was the foundation upon which he reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship in his previous life, capable of greatly unlocking human potential and unleashing power beyond limits. But its price was also extremely cruel: once the markings were activated, lifespan was as if cursed, frozen at twenty-five years old.
As for developing facial markings after the age of 25? That's impossible. After 25, the body's functions begin to decline, and it's no longer possible to withstand the enormous burden of developing facial markings, therefore, the markings cannot be developed.
It's like trying to drive a car that's going 160 km/h at 220 km/h like a race car – you can't do it even if you floor the accelerator.
This is also one of the biggest reasons why he felt utterly desperate and resentful after learning the truth, and ultimately chose to abandon his human identity and fall into becoming a ghost.
Of course, the conditions for activating the markings are extremely demanding and not everyone can achieve them.
Just like how children naively fantasize about whether they will attend Tsinghua or Peking University in the future, they only realize the unattainable distance when they grow up.
Similarly, the vast majority of people who practice breathing techniques will never be able to reach the threshold of the mark in their entire lives.
But... what if?
If Shi happens to possess such aptitude and awakens the markings... then all the people he painstakingly cultivated will be gone, and all his investments will be wasted. The cost is too high, and the gains will not outweigh the losses.
Yan Sheng's gaze fell on Shi's youthful and energetic face, and he hesitated.
Ultimately, he temporarily suppressed the idea of teaching the breathing technique.
Let's lay a solid foundation first, he thought.
Swordsmanship and the use of chakra are enough for Shi to study for a long time. As for breathing techniques... we'll look into that later.
He composed himself and focused on the teaching at hand, his voice calm and steady: "Lower your wrist by a third. Chakra is not about brute force; it's about guiding it like water. Feel its flow, control it, don't let it control you."
***
The warm spring sun dispelled the chill of late winter, and the Uchiha clan began to busy themselves with a new round of resource stockpiling.
Uchiha Masaki, who was in charge of logistics, was checking the list of goods that were about to be taken to the outside world.
His procurement targets were not bustling towns, or even villages near towns, because most of the harvest in these places had to be handed over as taxes, leaving little surplus grain to sell.
Therefore, Uchiha Masaki targeted those small villages hidden deep in the mountains, almost isolated from the world.
Although the villagers in these villages are very poor, they often manage to keep more food and are extremely lacking in basic necessities from the outside world, such as salt, ironware, cloth, and medicine.
Uchiha Masaki would first conduct the transactions through barter, which not only met the villagers' more practical needs but also made it easier for him to operate within the system and profit from the price difference—exchanging relatively cheap industrial goods for precious grains and mountain products. Only the remaining amount would be settled in cash.
The ninja's storage scrolls played a crucial role in this. They could compress and store large quantities of supplies, greatly facilitating long-distance transportation and trade.
Uchiha Masaki skillfully filled the scrolls with the goods that had the highest profit margins, and then prepared to set off.
As he turned around, an unexpected figure blocked his way, startling him.
—It was Uchiha Kokusatsu.
When did this child arrive?
Before Uchiha Masaki could speak, the clan leader's frail and sickly younger brother said in a calm tone, "I will go with you on this shopping trip."
Uchiha Masaki was dazed, thinking he had misheard. He stared at Yan Sheng for five seconds, then had to admit it wasn't a hallucination, but real. He quickly waved his hands, forcing an embarrassed smile.
“Young Master Yan Sheng, please don’t joke around. This mountain road is rugged and difficult to travel, and the outside world is not peaceful. How can you endure such hardship? Besides… the clan chief and Lord Izuna would not agree.”
He had heard about the thrilling events that happened after Yan Sheng returned from his last mission, so how could he dare to take this little rascal out? If anything went wrong, even ten of his heads wouldn't be enough for Madara and Izuna to chop off!
Just as he was thinking about how to refuse Yan Sheng more tactfully if Yan Sheng didn't listen, he saw Yan Sheng suddenly frown, raise his hand to cover his mouth, and cough violently.
The next second, bright red blood seeped from between his fingers.
Uchiha Masaki was so frightened that his face turned pale and he almost lost his mind.
How could he vomit blood after only saying a few words?!
Just as he was panicking and trying to help Yan Sheng to the clinic, Yan Sheng put down his hand, opened his palm, looked at the glaring red, and showed no surprise or panic on his face, as if he was already used to it.
Then, calmly, she took out a clean handkerchief from her bosom and slowly wiped the bloodstains from the corners of her mouth and hands, her movements so composed that they sent chills down one's spine.
Then, he raised his eyes, his dark, deep gaze fixed on the stunned Uchiha Masaki, his voice still calm and indifferent: "I know my own body. You don't need to worry about anything on this trip."
He paused, then added, "No one will hold you accountable for this. You just need to do your job."
Uchiha Masaki opened his mouth, looking at Yan Sheng's pale yet composed face, his heart filled with turmoil. He still wanted to refuse, but when he met the boy's eyes, for some reason, all his words of refusal and advice got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.
He had a vague feeling that this sickly young master was no ordinary person. The invisible pressure he felt was no less than when facing the clan leader.
Uchiha Masaki remained silent for a long time, and finally nodded with difficulty under Yan Sheng's calm gaze.
Uchiha Masaki could never be an idiot to have risen to the position of Minister of Logistics.
—The frontline only needs to focus on combat and missions, while logistics has a lot more to do. It requires overall planning, meticulous budgeting, balancing the interests of all parties, and skillful maneuvering between factions within the tribe.
Only a smart and perceptive person could hold this position.
Therefore, although the Uchiha Kokusatsu in front of him was just a boy in his early teens who was bedridden for many years and had no presence in the clan, Uchiha Masaki could still sense a completely different aura from the other party's overly calm eyes, his usual composure after spitting blood, and his confident words, "No one will hold you accountable."
Come on, the market's open, wanna bet?
—Of course it's gambling!
While gambling on a seemingly hopeless, sickly person would undoubtedly seem foolish to outsiders, such an act would also easily be seen as disloyalty and opportunism by those currently in power.
—While that is indeed the case, it is essentially a form of political opportunism.
But Uchiha Masaki was betting on Uchiha Madara's attitude. He understood the clan head; although Madara was powerful and ruthless, he had an extraordinary tolerance and protection for the family members he acknowledged.
He bet that Ban wouldn't be angry about the "goodwill" he showed to Yan Sheng, and might even be pleased with it.
In the blink of an eye, these thoughts had already run through his mind.
The panic and embarrassment on Uchiha Masaki's face quickly faded, replaced by a respectful but not obsequious attitude. He bowed slightly: "I understand, Young Master Yan Sheng. In that case, please make your preparations, and we will depart immediately. I will arrange everything for the journey."
His transformation was so natural, as if the previous rejection had never happened.
Yan Sheng glanced at him, made no further comment, and nodded slightly.
However, when Uchiha Masaki saw Yan Sheng's "preparation", the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
Yan Sheng even brought along an even smaller burden.
Shi, dressed in thick, warm clothes, her little face flushed from the wind, tugged at Yan Sheng's sleeve with a mixture of nervousness and excitement, her big eyes curiously observing Uchiha Masaki.
Uchiha Masaki: "..."
He felt his temples throbbing. Taking a sickly young master along was already pushing the limits, but adding a little child on top of that—was this a shopping trip or a school outing?!
He suppressed the urge to rub his forehead and tried his best to keep his tone calm: "Young Master Yan Sheng, this...this young lady is still very young, and the mountain road is bumpy and arduous, I'm afraid..."
“It’s alright.” Yan Sheng interrupted him, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “She’s with me. This is part of her cultivation.”
Cultivation? A child who looks no older than five years old is cultivating? And what kind of cultivation is it to go into the mountains to buy supplies?
Uchiha Masaki inwardly cursed, but dared not question it outwardly. He had figured it out; this young master was very determined and wouldn't easily change his mind once he made a decision.
Yes, just as stubborn as his two older brothers.
Uchiha Masaki could only grit his teeth and silently pray that these two little devils wouldn't cause any trouble on the way, while quickly thinking about whether he needed to prepare some extra items and medicine for the children.
Yan Sheng knew without guessing what Uchiha Masaki was thinking and worried about, but he didn't care. Besides, his insistence on coming on this shopping trip was precisely to hone his skills.
There are limits to closed-door teaching. True growth requires experiencing the real world, meeting different people, and honing observation, judgment, and character through practice.
This procurement trip, far from the clan's territory, deep into the lives of ordinary people, and relatively "safe," was undoubtedly an excellent opportunity for experience.
He wanted Shi to see firsthand what the lowest rungs of this world looked like, to see the struggles of ordinary people under the shadow of war, and to see the calculations and compromises in transactions.
These are things that cannot be learned within the Uchiha clan's territory.
The carriage drove out of the Uchiha clan's territory and headed towards the deep mountains with their towering peaks.
Inside the carriage, Shi looked at the scenery rushing past the window, her little face full of wonder.
Yan Sheng looked down at her and calmly assigned her the first task: "Remember the terrain and landforms along the way, observe every person you pass by, and remember their characteristics and expressions. Tell me tonight what you saw and what you thought."
Shi immediately straightened her back, nodded seriously, as if she had received an extremely important mission, and tried her best to open her eyes wide to observe the outside of the window.
Uchiha Masaki sat outside driving the car, glanced back at the two people, one adult and one child, inside the sedan chair, and sighed with mixed feelings.
He sensed that this procurement trip wouldn't be peaceful. He only hoped that his hard work would bring him the reward he deserved—no, he didn't care about any reward at all, he just hoped it wouldn't be an unmanageable disaster.
***
The carriage traveled along a rugged mountain road, flanked by dense forests that gave it a somewhat secluded feel. Uchiha Masaki cautiously observed his surroundings; such places were ideal hiding places for bandits.
Sure enough, at a narrow bend in the road, seven or eight ragged men, armed with crude knives, axes, and clubs, jumped out of the woods and blocked the way. They were all emaciated and sallow-faced, but their eyes gleamed with the ferocity of hungry wolves and a greedy desire for supplies.
"Halt! Leave your goods and valuables behind! We'll spare your lives!" the scarred leader roared, his gaze sweeping over the carriage. He especially saw Yan Sheng and Shi, dressed elegantly and with fair skin, revealed through the lifted curtain, and a contemptuous smile appeared on his face.
Clearly, they saw Yan Sheng and his two companions as easy prey.
Uchiha Masaki raised an eyebrow, slowly got up, and was just about to jump off the carriage.
"etc."
A calm voice came from behind.
Uchiha Masaki was taken aback and turned around to look at Yan Sheng, who had called for a halt, with a puzzled expression.
Yan Sheng's gaze passed over him, looking at the clamoring bandits, then turned to look at Shi beside him, whose little face was tense with nervousness.
“Poetry,” he began, his voice flat. “Go.”
"Huh?" Shi looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with disbelief and panic. Send her? To deal with those seemingly fierce bad guys?
Uchiha Masaki was also stunned, almost thinking he had misheard: "Young Master Yan Sheng! This is too dangerous!"
His words were interrupted by Yan Sheng raising his hand.
The bandits were taken aback at first, then burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha! Sending out a little baby? Don't you have any other options?"
"This is hilarious! Are they trying to drown us in their tears?"
"Little baby, hurry home and have your milk! Hahaha!"
The mocking laughter was incessant. Shi's face flushed red, not from anger, but more from fear and bewilderment. She instinctively looked at Yan Sheng.
Yan Sheng's face remained expressionless, but he produced a wooden sword from who-knows-where and tossed it to Shi.
"Use what I taught you." He said only this, and then said no more.
The poet hurriedly caught the wooden sword, which was barely longer than her arm; the cool touch calmed her down a little.
She looked into Yan Sheng's calm eyes, then at the bandits across from her who were laughing so hard they were practically falling over, and her small chest heaved violently a few times.
Finally, she gritted her teeth, gripped her wooden sword, and bravely charged towards the bandits with her short legs!
"Pfft—!" The bandits laughed even harder, some even doubled over with laughter, completely disregarding the little one.
However, the next second, their laughter caught in their throats.
Shi rushed to the bandit closest to her, who was laughing the loudest. The bandit chuckled and casually swung his machete, trying to push her aside.
But Shi's body suddenly dropped low in an extremely awkward yet exceptionally agile posture, narrowly avoiding the cleaver, while at the same time, the small wooden sword in his hand accurately and fiercely stabbed the bandit's knee.
"Ouch!" Caught off guard, the bandit felt a numbness in his knee, cried out in pain, and fell to his knees on one leg.
The other bandits were stunned and hadn't reacted when Shi darted towards another man. She didn't engage in direct combat at all, using her short stature and relatively agile speed to constantly dodge and weave, her wooden sword specifically targeting the joints and soft spots where the body was in pain.
Poke the ankle! Poke the armpit! Tap the wrist!
Her movements were noticeably immature and awkward, and her strength was pitifully weak; if she were an adult ninja, she would not pose any threat at all.
But for these mountain bandits who had no strategy and relied entirely on brute force, this little guy who would dart left and right and specialize in attacking their lower body was extremely annoying.
Their attacks repeatedly missed, and instead, they were stabbed by the inconspicuous little wooden sword from time to time, causing them to cry out in pain. The scene became somewhat chaotic and comical.
Uchiha Masaki was dumbfounded.
Yan Sheng watched quietly. He could find countless flaws: unsteady footwork, incorrect power generation, poor timing, and he almost got hit several times...
However, for a three-year-old human child experiencing combat for the first time, this performance far exceeded expectations. She overcame her fear, obeyed commands, and successfully applied the knowledge he had taught her.
That's enough.
While the bandits were distracted and thrown into disarray by the poem, Uchiha Masaki glanced sideways at Yan Sheng and tentatively asked, "Should I make a move?"
Seeing that Yan Sheng did not refuse, he quickly and easily bound the rabble together.
The battle is over.
Shi leaned on the wooden sword, her small chest heaving violently, her forehead covered in sweat, her face flushed from exercise and tension, but her eyes sparkled with a mixture of lingering fear, excitement, and a touch of pride.
She did it! She really took down the bad guys (though they were mostly harassers)!
She looked at Yan Sheng, as if seeking praise.
Yan Sheng walked up to her, looked down at her, and after a moment of silence, reached out and awkwardly patted the top of her head.
"It's acceptable."
With just two words, the poem's eyes suddenly shone with an astonishing light, as if it had received the highest reward, and all weariness and fear vanished.
The carriage continued deeper into the mountains, the scenery becoming increasingly desolate. Finally, before sunset, they arrived at their first destination—a village nestled in a mountain valley.
The low, mud-brick houses were scattered sparsely, most with thatched roofs, and many were dilapidated. The fields were barren, and the crops grew sparsely. The villagers wore clothes patched so many times that their original colors were almost unrecognizable. They were sallow and thin, with numb eyes. Only when they saw the few exhibits that Uchiha Masaki was unloading from the vehicle did a strange glint appear in their cloudy eyes.
To keep a low profile and avoid attracting attention, only Uchiha Masaki was responsible for driving and making the transaction, along with Kokusatsu and Shi. Surrounded by the group of hungry villagers, the three of them appeared outnumbered and outmatched.
However, Uchiha Masaki remained remarkably calm.
After all, this wasn't the first time he'd faced such a situation, and he knew all too well that these villagers were only outwardly fierce, and in reality, all bark and no bite. Yes, for him.
Although he was in logistics, he was still a ninja, and even if he wasn't good at direct combat, dealing with ordinary people was a piece of cake.
Yashu slowly and methodically arranged the goods, but her eyes scanned the surroundings, as if assessing potential risks.
The transaction took place in a tense atmosphere. Villagers gathered around, chattering and arguing, and the noise grew louder and louder.
Uchiha Masaki handled the situation with ease, negotiating prices and inspecting goods. His calm tone carried a strong sense of confidence, which made some villagers shrink back in fear.
Shi hid behind Yan Sheng, feeling deeply uneasy about the dilapidated and desperate scene before her and the greedy and eager eyes of the villagers.
An old woman, trembling, held a small basket of eggs, hoping to exchange them for more salt. Uchiha Masaki glanced at it and said calmly, "That's the price."
The old woman began to weep and plead, recounting her family's hardships. Shi couldn't help but gently tug at Yan Sheng's sleeve, her eyes filled with pity: "Brother Yan Sheng..."
Yan Sheng simply watched indifferently, without making any comment.
Sudden.
Several burly villagers who had been watching from behind exchanged a fierce look, then shoved aside the people in front and pounced on the pile of supplies that had not yet been packed away in the back of the carriage.
"Rob them! There are only three of them!"
Chaos erupted instantly. More villagers were incited, their eyes bloodshot, and joined the looting frenzy, swarming towards what they saw as life-saving supplies like starving locusts.
Shi screamed in fright, completely stunned. She looked at those who had been pitiful and helpless, now transformed into ferocious and terrifying beasts; the intense sense of alienation left her bewildered.
Just then, a fierce-looking man noticed Shi, who was alone, and her seemingly well-made clothes. He grinned maliciously and charged at her, his dirty hands reaching for her.
"Ah!" Shi closed her eyes in fright.
The expected scuffle did not occur.
She heard only a dull thud and a short, agonizing scream.
She cautiously opened her eyes and saw that the man who had rushed towards her was lying on the ground, writhing in pain, while Yan Sheng remained in the position of holding a knife with one hand—using the hilt of the unsheathed blade.
Yan Sheng did not turn around to look at the person who had fallen to the ground. His cold gaze swept across the chaotic scene, and an invisible, chilling murderous aura spread out.
The villagers, who were frantically grabbing the loot, suddenly froze, as if doused with invisible ice water. Instinctive fear made them stop and look at the boy who exuded a terrifying aura with suspicion and uncertainty.
Uchiha Masaki took two steps back without making a sound and whistled silently.
Yan Sheng slowly drew his sword half an inch from its sheath, the cold light reflecting off his expressionless face.
"Anyone who takes another step forward," he said, his voice low but clear enough to reach every villager's ears, "die."
Absolute silence.
The villagers were stunned by the palpable killing intent and the gleaming blade of the broken sword. They stared at the boy in terror, having no doubt about the truth of his words.
Greed was eventually overcome by the fear of death. Slowly and reluctantly, they put down what they were holding and retreated step by step.
Seeing this, Uchiha Masaki calmly retrieved the scattered supplies into the scroll.
Yan Sheng maintained his drawn sword posture throughout, his cold gaze pressing down on all the villagers. Only after all the supplies had been inventoried and Uchiha Masaki signaled that it was time for it to be done did he slowly sheath his sword.
Throughout the entire process, he did not utter another word.
The three of them boarded the carriage and stayed until the village completely disappeared from sight.
Shi sat in the corner of the carriage, hugging her knees, her little face buried in her arms, her small body trembling. She didn't cry out, but she was clearly quite frightened and shocked. Her innocent worldview shattered completely in the face of naked malice.
Yan Sheng offered no words of comfort. He stared blankly at the desolate scenery rushing past the window, his heart unmoved.
That's exactly what he wanted. The painful process of letting poetry transition from naivety to a stark understanding of reality is something it must endure.
After a while, Shi raised her head, her eyes red and swollen, her voice muffled and trembling, and asked softly, "Brother Yan Sheng, why...why did they do that? Weren't we here to help them?"
Although it was a transaction, the price offered by Uchiha Masaki was very reasonable. If the villagers had to exchange or buy these things themselves, the effort and money they would have spent would have been far more than this.
Yan Sheng turned his head, looked at her terrified, dissatisfied, and confused face, and gave a cruel answer in a calm and expressionless voice:
"Hunger and despair can devour all kindness and breed the ugliest greed."
“The weak have no right to demand fairness, much less the right to abuse their sympathy.”
"If you want to protect something, you must first have the power to crush all malice."
His words were like a cold knife, dissecting the bloody reality and forcibly stuffing them into the tender heart of the poet.
Shi listened silently, the bewilderment in her eyes not fading, yet something hard was carefully sprouting from that broken innocence.
The first lesson in practice is titled: [Reality].
Uchiha Masaki, who was driving in the front, appeared calm as he controlled the reins and avoided potholes on the road, but inside he was in turmoil, far from the calm he showed.
He couldn't help but peek through the gap in the carriage curtain at the boy who was resting with his eyes closed inside.
Goodness.
Uchiha Masaki clicked his tongue inwardly. This younger brother of the clan leader, who rarely left the house due to health reasons and had almost never experienced hardship... how could he be like this?
It was completely different from what he had expected.
He originally thought this job would involve carefully serving a (relatively) delicate and frail young master who might also have a bit of a temper, plus an even younger child as a burden. He even came up with several plans on how to soothe the child and how to deal with sudden discomfort.
And what was the result?
This young master is indeed "delicate"—so delicate that he wouldn't even flinch when someone vomited blood in front of him.
He was indeed "physically weak"—so weak that he could glare away even the most vicious villagers with a single glance, and still let a baby practice in real combat without batting an eye.
This was no innocent, sickly young master! He was clearly a little devil! The coldness and murderous intent in his eyes, the majesty he exuded when issuing orders—even a seasoned veteran like him, who had seen it all in the clan, instinctively chose to obey, without having the slightest thought of disobeying.
Is this really Uchiha Kokushibo, who was carefully protected deep within the clan territory by the clan leader and Lord Izuna, and who was said to be able to fall ill for several days from just a gust of wind?
The more Uchiha Masaki thought about it, the more outrageous it seemed. The contrast was just too great.
And his methods of teaching the little girl were absolutely brilliant! The key point is, he actually managed to train her to a decent level.
This child is no ordinary person.
Uchiha Masaki defined Michikatsu in his mind: ruthless to himself, and ruthless to those around him.
He sighed, thinking that betting on this young master was risky, but the future returns would be beyond imagination.
It was worth it.
Uchiha Masaki calmed his mind, stopped his random thoughts, and focused on driving.
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Author's Note: The Uchiha's logistics are currently...√
The future belongs to Yan Sheng's logistics.
Team members (current/temporary):
Uchiha Masaki
Uchiha Shi
......
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