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In his nervousness, Kenzo swallowed hard and looked at Dan anxiously.
He wasn't sure if he'd understood correctly, but he gritted his teeth, worked up his courage, and voiced what was on his mind:
"I think the Uchiha Police Force only looks impressive on the surface. In reality, it's the worst job in Konoha!"
His words stunned everyone.
But Kenzo wasn't talking nonsense.
"No matter what the Police Force was like at first, after working here for ten years, I gradually realized that it was nothing like what I'd once dreamed of."
After saying this, Kenzo looked at Fugaku, the Clan Head.
Fugaku frowned, but said nothing. He merely nodded slightly, signaling Kenzo to continue.
Kenzo decided to lay it all on the line. In one breath, he poured out all his pent-up grievances.
"Every day, the Police Force's officers have to carry out a huge number of patrols.
To maintain the village's peace and order, we have to catch thieves and spies, settle disputes between villagers, and deal with countless other matters, big and small.
When we return to the Police Force, we still have to manage and interrogate prisoners.
We work ourselves to the bone, busy until we're frazzled, but no one respects us. All we get in return is a pile of complaints.
When we enforce the law,
if we're too strict, villagers accuse us of abusing our authority and being heartless;
if we're lenient, they say we don't enforce the law properly and lack ability.
And if one of our clansmen makes a mistake, the halo effect magnifies it, damaging the reputation of both the Police Force and the Uchiha Clan.
In short, working for the Police Force is a thankless job!"
Kenzo wasn't finished.
He picked up the cup of water on the table