Patriarch, I Need a Kusanagi Sword

When Sora Uchiha returned to the Uchiha compound, it was already eight in the evening.

The compound was deserted, with only a handful of guards patrolling the streets.

Sora Uchiha, tired from a whole day's work, wanted to go back and rest early. Unexpectedly, he was stopped midway.

The person who intercepted him wore standard Uchiha clan attire, with spiky hair and eyes as sharp as an eagle's. Sora recognized this clansman: Yashiro Uchiha, a member of the Uchiha's hardline faction.

"Sora, the clan head wants to see you," Yashiro Uchiha said.

Sora Uchiha looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky, feeling a bit helpless. "At this hour?"

"Yes, everyone in the clan knows you've joined the Anbu," Yashiro Uchiha said, his eyes complex.

Two years prior, Sora Uchiha's Summoning Technique had been unmatched among his peers in the clan, prompting Fugaku Uchiha and the elders to pay close attention to the young boy. It had even eased relations with Kagami Uchiha's lineage considerably.

Although the elders were disappointed that he still hadn't awakened his Sharingan, his unparalleled strength still satisfied them.

Therefore, they received the news the very day Sora Uchiha joined the Anbu.

At this moment, their feelings were complicated. Many of the Uchiha elders were dissatisfied with the clan's current situation, and whispers of reform could even be heard.

At this critical juncture, Sora Uchiha joining the Anbu, an organization personally controlled by Hiruzen Sarutobi, made them fear that Sora Uchiha would transform from the anticipated next "Fugaku Uchiha" into the next "Kagami Uchiha."

Sora Uchiha, being exceptionally intelligent, immediately grasped the underlying implications. He nodded.

"Alright, I'll go now. Are you coming with me?"

Yashiro Uchiha shook his head. "You're enough. You go." With that, he disappeared into the night.

Sora Uchiha pondered for a moment, bought some small items, and then headed to the clan head's residence.

Fugaku Uchiha's residence.

Sora Uchiha knocked, his knock echoing through the silent night. Soon, someone opened the door from inside – a middle-aged woman with a graceful figure.

"Auntie, I'm here," Sora Uchiha said respectfully.

Mikoto Uchiha nodded, apologizing. "Sora, I'm sorry to bother you so late. I originally planned to call you in the morning, but Fugaku didn't agree."

"It's fine, Auntie. I'm not busy anyway."

Led by Mikoto, Sora Uchiha entered the house. In the living room, a middle-aged man sat on a tatami mat. The warm lamplight cast a glow on his somewhat sallow face, giving him an imposing aura that commanded respect.

"Where's Itachi? I don't see the little guy," Sora Uchiha asked, looking around curiously. Usually, when he visited, the three-year-old Itachi was very active.

"Itachi is asleep," Mikoto explained. "He played too much today and got tired."

"I see," Sora Uchiha sighed. He grabbed a handful of candy from his pocket and placed it on the table. "Itachi can eat these candies tomorrow then."

"You," Mikoto chided, "always bring Itachi candy when you visit. He'll get cavities from you spoiling him."

Sora Uchiha shrugged. "If you want life to be sweet, you need a little sugar."

"Alright, alright. You're still a kid yourself," Mikoto muttered, unable to do anything. "Okay, you two chat. I won't disturb you."

With that, Mikoto went into the bedroom.

After Mikoto left, only Sora Uchiha and Fugaku Uchiha remained in the living room.

To be honest, looking at Fugaku Uchiha's stern, unsmiling expression, Sora Uchiha's heart pounded. He felt an inexplicable sense of being in front of a teacher.

"Clan Head," Sora Uchiha called respectfully.

Fugaku nodded slightly and gestured to the seat opposite the tea table. "Sit."

Sora Uchiha obediently sat cross-legged opposite Fugaku. The latter poured him a cup of tea, its rich aroma filling the air.

Sora Uchiha thought to himself, He really is the clan head. Besides his formidable strength, his tea-making skills are far superior to my own father's.

"Sora, how was your first day in the Anbu?" Fugaku asked.

If Sora Uchiha were an adult, Fugaku would have gone through the usual formalities and had a heart-to-heart talk before getting to the point. But Sora Uchiha was only a twelve-year-old boy, so Fugaku got straight to business.

"It was alright. Quite tiring," Sora Uchiha replied honestly after some thought. "I killed an enemy scout."

He said it simply. After all, he was now an Anbu member, and he couldn't casually disclose details about his missions.

Fortunately, Fugaku didn't intend to press the matter. He took a sip of tea, his eyes sharp and deep as he gazed at Sora Uchiha.

"Sora, among this generation, you are the only one in the Uchiha with exceptional talent. Do you know what you carry on your shoulders?"

"I remember. I carry the revival of the Uchiha. Don't worry, Clan Head, I won't become like my grandfather. My heart will always be with the Uchiha," Sora Uchiha said calmly, displaying a maturity far beyond his years. This maturity was precisely what Fugaku valued.

"Sooner or later, the title of Hokage will also fall upon an Uchiha," he added.

"It's good that you have this ambition," Fugaku nodded. "Because you suddenly joined the Anbu, it caused some panic within the clan. I called you here today to reassure those people."

"I understand," Sora Uchiha nodded slightly. The clan's panic was undoubtedly due to his allegiance to Hiruzen Sarutobi. After all, he was a descendant of Kagami Uchiha, and in the eyes of the hardline faction, Kagami Uchiha was a traitor to the Uchiha.

"By the way, Momo's father mentioned that you seem to have created a Ninjutsu?" Fugaku asked, looking at Sora Uchiha with a half-smile.

Sora Uchiha thought to himself, My cheap old dad must have couldn't resist bragging to the clan head. What a childish fellow.

"Yes, I did create a Ninjutsu. It's called Uchiha's Glory, a Ninjutsu exclusively for the Uchiha. I'll write it down when I have time. If you're interested, Clan Head, you can learn it."

From the moment the system rewarded him with Uchiha's Glory, his understanding of this Ninjutsu had reached the pinnacle.

In principle, anyone with the Mangekyo Sharingan could learn this move.

If ranked by Ninjutsu level, this move should be at least an S-rank Ninjutsu.

"Hm? I'll learn it?" Fugaku Uchiha was stunned. He had only asked casually, never expecting such an answer.

"Mhm, you'll know when the time comes, Clan Head," Sora Uchiha said with a mysterious smile, not explaining. He thought to himself that he'd give him a big surprise then.

Speaking of Uchiha's Glory, Sora Uchiha suddenly remembered something.

Strictly speaking, this Ninjutsu required the Mangekyo Sharingan, Fire Release, and a sword combined. Back then, when he killed at Sunagakure, he had used a tree branch as a substitute for a sword, so its power was greatly reduced.

This meant that he currently lacked a suitable weapon.

Thinking this, his gaze fell upon Fugaku Uchiha before him, and he put on a fawning smile.

"Um, Clan Head, can we pick a suitable weapon from our Uchiha Clan's treasury?"

"Hm? What weapon?"

"A sword, preferably the Kusanagi Sword."