Chapter 4
After having breakfast and saying goodbye to Granny Xiang, Saitama headed out.
At this early hour, the streets were mostly empty. Only a few Uchiha clan members on patrol could be seen yawning as they walked their rounds.
The Uchiha clan held the primary responsibility for law enforcement in the village as members of the Konoha Military Police Force, handling Konoha's daily safety and internal security. Traditionally, most Uchiha joined the Police Force after graduating from the Ninja Academy and rarely took part in broader shinobi missions — though there were always exceptions.
Saitama's home lay on the southern edge of the Uchiha district — not the most prestigious location, but still comfortably within the heart of Konoha. After all, the Nine-Tails Incident hadn't happened yet. The Uchiha clan hadn't been exiled to the outskirts of the village, not yet alienated by the rest of Konoha.
As he walked down the street toward the place Shisui had mentioned the day before, Saitama felt relaxed. With nothing urgent to do, he figured he'd look for Shisui. If he saw him, great — they could grab a bite. If not, he'd just enjoy the stroll.
Having eaten three large seaweed rice balls stuffed with tenderloin, Saitama felt fully satisfied — today was shaping up to be a good one.
Since successfully refining chakra last night, Saitama had been consciously guiding it through his body. He likened chakra to the "inner force" seen in martial arts shows from his previous life, visualizing it flowing through his body's chakra network in continuous loops, or as the scroll had described: circulating through the "chakra pathway system."
If someone were watching Saitama with a Byakugan, they would see a steady, controlled flow of chakra moving through his small frame — a remarkable feat for someone his age.
As he passed by some breakfast shops now opening for business, Saitama instinctively patted his belly. He stopped briefly in front of a familiar dango shop, but quickly shook his head.
"Meatballs in the morning? Too greasy. Forget it."
Eventually, he arrived at the location Shisui had described. Though Shisui had called it "the end of the street," this area was more like the outer edge of the Uchiha district, far from the bustling crossroads of the clan's central compound.