Obito's eyes were full of hope.
Chen's eyes were full of helplessness.
Looks like he had to use that long-lost super S-rank ninja technique of the ninja world again: Talk no Jutsu.
He beckoned and led Obito toward a patch of grass not far away.
The two sat side by side at the edge of the lawn.
"There's something I shouldn't have told you, but this morning, the Third Hokage and I had a friendly discussion and decided to reform the clan."
"From now on, Uchiha Clan ninja will be assigned to teams led by Jonin who aren't from the Uchiha Clan, so I can't lead you."
Obito tilted his head, still not quite understanding, so Chen briefly explained it again.
"I know you have doubts, but let me ask you this: how is our clan's relationship with the other ninja in the village?"
Obito thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Not particularly good."
Obito had three great hobbies in life: peeking at Rin, flirting and bickering with Kakashi, and helping old ladies cross the street.
Any one of them, taken to the extreme, was a deadly hobby—especially the third.
Obito's family didn't own a mine, yet he tirelessly pursued this pastime.
Thankfully, Konoha's people were simple and honest. In another world, the massive compensation claims would have been enough to make Obito awaken his Three Tomoe at five and his Mangekyo Sharingan at six.
Since Obito liked helping old ladies cross the street, he had gotten fairly close to ordinary civilians. He understood better than anyone the resentment and complaints that lower-ranking ninja had toward the Uchiha Clan.
"Then do you want to change this clan?" Chen asked.
"Yes!"
"These measures of mine are meant to change this clan and help it integrate into Konoha more effectively,"