Pot Kage, Prejudice in People's Hearts is a Mountain!

Bam!

Shimura Danzō was furious, slamming his cane heavily against the ground.

His expression was grim, terrifyingly dark.

He turned to look at his old friend, the Third Hokage.

Suppressing his anger, he asked, "Hiruzen, Konoha needs a new direction. You—"

"Why did you frame an Uchiha child in this great chaos?"

But before he could finish, the Third pointed a finger at his nose and demanded, "Frame the Uchiha..."

Hearing this, Shimura Danzō's breath caught.

He instinctively ignored the word "child," his attention landing on "Uchiha" and "frame."

Framing the Uchiha was something he did almost every day!

Otherwise, how could the reputation of a proud Konoha clan have soured so quickly?

But which incident was Hiruzen talking about?

Never mind, it didn't matter. He had indeed done it.

Prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain.

But—what if that mountain was tacitly accepted by the person themselves?

"Hiruzen... why bring this up now?"

Danzō's voice lowered, but he still stubbornly defended himself, "Those inherently evil Uchiha brats, are you going to let them destroy the village?"

Thump, thump, thump.

Seeing his old friend unchanged in his convictions, Hiruzen grew weary.

He took out his pipe and tapped it on the table to stop him, saying, "Enough! What the village needs most right now is harmony, not infighting!"

"But don't forget, today the Nine-Tails' eyes—they were clearly—"

Danzō's expression darkened as he retorted.

But before he could finish, he was cut off again.

"I said enough!"

Sarutobi Hiruzen stood abruptly, his eyes locked on Danzō, "You need to understand, I am the Hokage!"

The imposing aura of a Hokage of many years pressed down on him in full force.

That last sentence was like the final straw that broke the camel's back.

It completely ignited the dissatisfaction in Danzō's heart.

He coldly swung his cane and spoke vehemently, "You will regret this, Hiruzen!"

Bam!

With that, he turned and stormed out the door!

Leaving the three people in the room. After a moment of silence, Utatane Koharu tentatively asked, "Hiruzen, could there be a problem with framing the Uchiha?"

"That Danzō fellow, though he pulls plenty of shady tricks behind the scenes, his heart is still for the village."

"Who else besides Danzō holds such hostility toward the Uchiha?"

The Third slapped the table and demanded, "Or are you telling me that a two-year-old child wandered into the Barrier on his own?"

Clench.

At that, the two fell completely silent.

Uchiha Clan, before the clan grounds.

Uchiha Jin's two little legs churned like lightning.

Under the boost of the Light as a Swallow trait, his limb coordination reached a new level.

He could even break free from the fixed posture of Konoha shinobi—arms stretched diagonally backward for stability, legs taking short, quick steps.

And him!

He was swinging his arms and legs with full force.

Crossing swings.

Perfect posture, nimble steps!

Speed nearly comparable to an adult male!

Of course, it would be perfect if one could ignore the height.

Tap.

One step landed.

When he saw the Uchiha clan's iconic fan crest, his footsteps instantly halted.

His entire being reverted to its previous state.

He slipped silently back toward the clan compound.

After the Nine-Tails incident ended, the Anbu ninjas originally stationed here to keep watch had withdrawn.

Those clan members who came to stir up trouble had also left.

Some drank, some slept.

Faint sounds that made one's face flush could be heard.

Only one person stood at the entrance.

Uchiha Fugaku.

This Clan Head's eyes were deep and profound as he silently gazed outward.

His eyes gradually turned blood-red, Three Tomoe slowly spinning within.

The thick scent of gunpowder and battle filled his nostrils.

"The Uchiha clan... have we been distrusted to this extent..."

Even with the situation this severe, the village could still spare forces to control the Uchiha!

He sighed and turned to leave.

But just as he looked back, his Three Tomoe suddenly caught sight of a small figure.

Tiptoeing, sneaking inward.

"Jin? How did this child slip out?"

When he saw who it was, he froze for a moment.

This youngest son of his—now his second son—was usually silent and withdrawn.

He liked to be alone when nothing was happening.

Because of this, other clan members considered him a loner.

Not fond of socializing.

But today, why had he suddenly slipped out?

With doubt, he followed directly.

In the corner, Jin's heart stirred: "He really did follow."

Then he just stood in the shadow of the wall, slowly waiting for his father.

This mysterious Mangekyo wielder.

As Clan Head, clearly possessing the Mangekyo, yet he sat by and watched his own son slaughter the clan.

Whether this matter was good or bad, he couldn't easily judge.

After all, only when one becomes a father does one understand that weight and that difficult choice.

As the distance closed, he could clearly feel a pressure bearing down on him.

"Jin, why did you run out? Can't sleep late at night?"

Perhaps from being Clan Head too long, Fugaku's tone was still somewhat stern when he spoke.

Lacking the softness between father and son.

"No wonder both your sons are more rebellious than the last."

Uchiha Jin shook his head and explained, "My room collapsed."

"Huh?!!!"

Fugaku's eyes twitched, and he quickly looked toward the clan compound.

Only then did he notice that, at some point, the main beam of Jin's room had fallen down.

And he, as both Clan Head and father, had completely failed to notice!

Even the other clan members hadn't noticed either.

He sighed, a hint of apology appearing on his face: "Sorry, little Jin. How about Father fixes it for you tomorrow?"

"Now let's go sleep in Father's room."

With that, he moved to carry Uchiha Jin away.

But could Jin agree to that?

They hadn't even talked for ten minutes yet!

He twisted his body, trying to break free from Fugaku's grip.

But small as he was, without any Chakra, there was nothing he could do.

He could only watch helplessly as he was lifted, placed in the room, and left behind.

Staring at Fugaku's back, Uchiha Jin had no choice but to play his trump card, calling out:

"Under the third leg of the shrine table!"

Clunk.

Fugaku's hand on the door paused slightly.

"Inside the flower bed by mother's window."

Thud.

Fugaku turned around, his gaze dark.

"And in the bottom right corner of this room's cabinet—"

"Stop!" Fugaku rushed over in an instant, cautiously glancing at the adjacent bedroom, and said in a low voice, "How the hell do you know about these?!"

His voice wasn't loud, but the words came fast.

There was even a hint of anger in it.

All trace of the Clan Head's earlier seriousness was gone.

See? This was how you got him to stay and talk!

Jin smirked slyly, patted the edge of the bed, and said in a childish voice, "Come, sit."

"You'd better explain these—"

Uchiha Jin waved a hand, cutting off his father's words. "Father, you don't want Mother to find out about your secret savings, do you?"

With that, he patted the bed again.

The meaning was clear.

"You little brat!"

Uchiha Fugaku's Three Tomoe Sharingan slowly rotated.

Gritting his teeth, he eventually sat down obediently.

At that moment, in front of Uchiha Jin, he looked as naive as a child.

And it was then that Jin finally got to see the traits on Fugaku!