Come, Call Me Uncle

"Fuyou-sama is back, Fuyou-sama is back!"

"Quick, notify the clan head, Fuyou-sama is back!"

"..."

This is the Uchiha compound.

A young man with black hair wore a helpless expression as he watched his clansmen suddenly become busy upon his return. He finally shook his head, sighed, and ignored them. He took off his shoes and walked into the old-fashioned wooden Japanese house. Stepping onto the tatami mats, he looked at the man standing opposite him with his arms crossed and a serious expression. He then sat down directly opposite him and shrugged.

"Brother, don't keep making that sour face. It's really scary~"

However.

His words did not elicit any change from the man opposite him. He maintained his stern, aloof, and handsome demeanor.

Uchiha Fugaku.

His brother.

The current head of the Uchiha clan.

From birth, he had been a serious, diligent, and stoic person. Of course, those familiar with him knew... his brother Uchiha Fugaku was simply someone who wasn't good at expressing his emotions.

And the vast majority of Uchiha clansmen had this tsundere, stoic appearance. Apart from the inherited mental illness... the problems weren't that significant.

As for him...

Uchiha Fuyou, a jinx.

When he first arrived and discovered his identity, he had considered defecting immediately to avoid becoming a casualty of his nephew's blade.

Unfortunately.

Young and ignorant, unfamiliar with the land, defecting without Kage-level strength was like being a dish ready to be served. At least, while staying in Konoha, his father was the Uchiha clan head. After his father left, his brother also became the Uchiha clan head.

Although... he had already been expelled from the family registry.

"Why did you come back?" Uchiha Fugaku snorted, looking at Uchiha Fuyou with his arms crossed, his eyes filled with complexity.

Although they were nearly ten years apart, this was still his brother.

He remembered that day... his brother had just graduated, and as the elder brother, he had prepared a graduation gift for his brother. But then...

"Becoming a shinobi won't save the Uchiha."

He had yelled at their father, voluntarily removed himself from the shinobi roster, and then resolutely left home, embarking on a path of commerce that the shinobi despised.

This was a disgrace to the Uchiha clan!

"You've been expelled from the Uchiha clan by Father. You are no longer a member of the Uchiha clan. Hurry up and leave!"

"Brother, don't be so cold~" Uchiha Fuyou shrugged, unbothered. He poured himself a cup of tea and also poured one for the future unfortunate soul.

He didn't die at the hands of the village's assassination squads, but instead died at the hands of his own son.

Although he didn't complain at the time, rather feeling a sense of release, or perhaps even willing to die at his son's hands, it was ultimately a family tragedy, comparable to the horrific incident of the Otsutsuki clan imprisoning their mother.

And at the time, when he was expelled from the Uchiha clan, his eyes weren't gouged out. His name was simply struck from the family registry.

Everyone knew the situation of the Uchiha clan.

Although the Uchiha clan continuously sent shinobi to the battlefield to be accepted by the village again, and now even children were being sent to the battlefield, it was unfortunate that after the Second Hokage took office, the Uchiha clan was directly defined as an evil clan, and they were even isolated.

Therefore.

Whether the Uchiha would be annihilated now didn't depend on how many of them died, but rather on whether their Kekkei Genkai still existed.

So, wasn't his expulsion from the Uchiha clan also a form of protection?

"Brother also knows my situation. I've made some money now, and the village isn't peaceful. The ninja world has been in chaos recently, so I came back to see if there's anything I can help the clan with?"

Although the Uchiha clan had too many traitors, especially with the Hawk faction sharpening their knives against the Hokage, constantly dreaming that the clan could produce a genius who would reach the strength of their ancestor Uchiha Madara, then overthrow the Hokage and become Hokage themselves.

Once a genius appeared, they would shout, "The Hokage seat rotates, this year it's my turn!"

Alas.

Those with strength eventually became traitors, and the Uchiha clan was ruined by their own clansmen!

"After all, my surname is Uchiha."

If the Uchiha clan ultimately met its end, he probably wouldn't fare well either.

Uchiha Fuyou vaguely remembered that at the time... when he graduated, he received a large sum as a graduation gift, and then he activated his system.

It was a game he played when he was poor and fantasized about becoming a tycoon, "The Richest Man Is Coming."

A game about doing business and earning money to support a family.

It directly became a system.

By earning money and leveling up, he could increase his attributes, such as stamina, energy, business acumen, and so on... So, perhaps by leveling up to level 100, his abilities would definitely improve, and even quite optimistically.

Therefore, under the temptation of working hard to earn money, level up, get rich, and improve his "money power," he immediately abandoned his original dream of diligently cultivating to become the new God of Shinobi.

Of course, there was also the reason of not having a suitable cheat. According to the clan's estimation, he could reach the level of an elite Jonin, but he was still too far from the strength of a Konoha genin, and couldn't become the God of Shinobi.

Without a cheat.

Elite Jonin... are just a piece of cake. At that time, he'll probably just watch his brother's family tragedy unfold, and then he'll end up living a life of hardship as a wandering shinobi.

The Uchiha clan has been viewed with prejudice by the higher-ups from the very beginning. Unless someone reaches Uchiha Madara's level, they won't be able to awe others and continue for a while longer.

What a pity.

The Uchiha absolutely cannot produce geniuses; even if they do, they won't have good outcomes.

It would be better to go into business.

After all.

Being a shinobi truly cannot save the Uchiha! — Uchiha Fuyou.

"I now have nearly thirty milk tea shops spread across the major cities of the Land of Fire. My annual income alone is equivalent to dozens of S-rank missions for others. I have over a hundred workers, many of whom are members of various clan families within the village."

If members of the great clans cannot become shinobi, or if their shinobi talent is not high, their status will be lowered, and they will become servants within the clan. There are quite a few such individuals in the Uchiha clan.

As he finished speaking.

Uchiha Fugaku's hand, holding his tea, trembled slightly, but he still looked at Fuyou expressionlessly, "That is your business, it has nothing to do with my Uchiha clan. What's the point of having more money? Without strength, it's all for naught!"

"After earning money, one must return home in glory and repay the village!"

He had seen the consequences of not paying taxes. As for Uchiha Fugaku's mockery, he completely ignored it.

What could mere shinobi understand of his grand ambitions?

Of course, the path is long and arduous. Come quietly, no unnecessary noise. Otherwise, before the mission is even accomplished, his painstakingly built commercial empire would likely be plundered by the shadows of the shinobi world.

Moreover, with the Third Great Ninja War currently underway, chaos reigns everywhere, making business difficult. Making a profit from war is not as simple as it sounds.

"So, I heard that due to the war, there are quite a few orphans and elderly people left in the village recently. I've made a decision." Uchiha Fuyou patted his chest, appearing like a wealthy man returning to revitalize the countryside. "I will allocate a portion of my funds each year to help the clan raise the orphans and the elderly!"

However.

"Hmph!" Uchiha Fugaku snorted coldly, "My Uchiha clan is not lacking in this small amount of money! The Uchiha's orphans and elderly, my Uchiha clan will itself..."

Before he could finish speaking.

"There must be at least one to two hundred million each year," Uchiha Fuyou said as soon as he finished.

Uchiha Fugaku choked, then fell silent, and then... he crossed his arms again, looking at Fuyou expressionlessly.

What a character!

Don't shinobi fight for money in the end?

Uchiha Fuyou smiled slightly, calmly took a sip of hot tea, exuding the demeanor of a wealthy man.

Except for life itself, there is nothing money cannot buy. If there is... it simply means you haven't spent enough, and even life can be bought with money.

"Of course, I should also have the right to supervise this money, after all, I am aware of the clan's situation."

A bunch of hawks, a bunch of fence-sitters, a bunch of traitors. Once they encounter unfair treatment, fence-sitters will turn into hawks, and traitors will directly turn their knives on their own clansmen. Therefore, if this money were to be directly released, it would likely only be used by the hawks to train shinobi.

As he finished speaking.

Uchiha Fugaku remained calm, saying nothing, but his trembling hand revealed that at this moment... he was not as calm as he appeared.

One to two hundred million, just handed to him!

How many S-rank missions would it take to earn that much?

If he were to present this to the Third Hokage, the Third Hokage would definitely tell his old friend to quickly put the money away, then pat him on the shoulder with emotion and relief, saying, "As expected of the inheritor of the Will of Fire, I feel the strong Will of Fire in you." Then he would praise him extensively and reward him with a banner.

This is reality.

No shinobi looks up to ordinary merchants, but shinobi serve ordinary merchants for money.

At this moment.

As the two quietly drank their tea, a gentle and beautiful woman entered with a young and adorable child.

Uchiha Fuyou's eyes lit up immediately. He quickly took out a thick stack of high-denomination bills from his shinobi pouch and stuffed it into the child's hand. "Here! Call me Uncle, and this money is your pocket money!"

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