The Uchiha Clan Head's home, the next morning.
DJ Shin had just finished spinning records and was sprawled on his bed, snoring away.
"Brat, quit sleeping and get up!"
Chiken, who had been dragged around by rave fanatics again last night, shouted outside the culprit's door.
Shin mumbled groggily, "Old man, I'm sleepy. Whatever it is can wait until I wake up."
Chiken was so angry that he practically jumped up and down.
He kept cursing, "Brat, if you've got the guts, then don't sleep! Get up and party!"
"..."
After getting up with poor sleep, Fugaku calmly watched the familiar scene before him.
He had not been the only one who slept badly last night. Probably ninety percent of Konoha had been unable to sleep.
The electronic music that had echoed through the night, along with the vibrations of several thousand people jumping around, had been no joke.
Even several Anbu squad captains had thought Konoha was having an earthquake.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A fierce knocking sounded at the door.
"Clan Head, we want to protest!"
The unified shouts outside startled Chiken so badly that he staggered.
When he opened the door to greet the angry clansmen, his expression quickly turned awkward.
"Clan Head, please make the Second Young Master put away his divine powers."
"Yeah! Do you know how I've spent this past month?"
"The Second Young Master parties all night every few days. Ordinary people like us simply can't take it!"
Chiken listened to the clansmen's varied complaints and could only keep smiling apologetically.
Did he not want to stop Lord DJ Shin? It was just that every time he tried, rave enthusiasts dragged him offstage.
Otherwise, that brat of his would never have been able to act so arrogantly for this long.
"Clan Head, it isn't