The Konoha Military Police Force's hall was brightly lit. Several Uchiha clan members stood guard at their posts, looking wary and irritable.
These days, the Konoha High Command's exclusion and the villagers' hostility had long since worn away their patience and goodwill, leaving only anger and resentment in their hearts.
They gripped the ninja tools in their hands, their eyes sweeping coldly over their surroundings. They feared the villagers would come looking for trouble again, never imagining that a deadly crisis had already crept up beside them.
A black-clad figure silently entered the hall of the Konoha Military Police Force, moving like a ghost.
The man wore a spiral-patterned mask that concealed most of his face, leaving only one crimson Sharingan visible. An eerie, chilling chakra aura swirled around him. He was Obito Uchiha, who had made an agreement with Itachi.
His steps were steady and slow, each one carrying an invisible pressure. It was as if the air in the hall had frozen in an instant.
"Hey! Who are you?!" A tall Uchiha clan member spotted him first and immediately stood up, his voice cold and curt, openly hostile.
He clenched the short blade in his hand and warily fixed his gaze on Obito. "This is the Konoha Military Police Force. You don't belong here! Leave at once, or I won't go easy on you!"
Over the years, the Uchiha clan had been excluded and oppressed by the people of Konoha, leaving them sensitive and quick to anger. Any unfamiliar figure put them on their guard. What's more, this man's strange clothes and bone-chilling aura made it obvious he meant trouble.
In response to the Uchiha clan member's warning, Obito gave no reply. He didn't even stop walking.
His gaze remained cold. His crimson Sharingan shifted slightly, and undisguised