In the days that followed, Uchiha Sou's life seemed to settle into a routine. He joined the newly established Konoha Police Force as a matter of course, and thanks to his strength and cool-headedness, he soon became the captain of a small squad.
The day-to-day work was tedious and rife with friction. Sou carried out his duties meticulously, but his Weaving Logic perception remained on high alert, especially for any fluctuations resembling the eerie black threads of Black Zetsu.
He watched coldly as:
· Uchiha members enforcing the law often came across as overbearing, their Sharingan's intimidation and the Uchiha's pride drawing unwanted attention.
· Ninjas from other clans, especially the Senju Clan and its affiliates, often displayed an unconscious sense of superiority and a lack of cooperation toward the Uchiha's law enforcement.
· Ordinary villagers feared them, but felt little warmth toward them.
· And the Anbu Tobirama had established were everywhere, like ghosts, keeping a close eye on the Police Force itself.
Every clash, every misunderstanding, every bit of surveillance from the shadows added another piece of kindling to the flames of hatred in Sou's heart. And that abnormal Dissonance he could detect—which he was now almost certain was Black Zetsu or its influence—would quietly surface at these critical moments, subtly amplifying the negative emotions on both sides and making the rifts harder to mend.
He had tried using his Weaving Logic ability to make small interventions before conflicts broke out, but an individual's power seemed so insignificant against systematic design and the provocations of a thousand years of malice. He could even faintly sense that whenever he tried to intervene, that unseen malice would cast an exceedingly subtle "gaze" his way, as if sizing up an interesting insect.
He was coming to understand more clearly that the