White Dove: I Want to Create a New Uchiha!

Swish! Swish!

Dozens of gazes "pierced" toward him like sharp blades.

Facing these stares, White Dove, still wearing a smile, didn't care in the slightest.

They were nothing more than a bunch of guys who could only talk big.

It wasn't that the Uchiha couldn't fight or lacked the resolve to strike.

It was just that they had all been crippled by the "Will of Fire," just like Shisui, unable to turn their blades against their own people.

At the head of the table, Uchiha Fugaku looked toward White Dove with a hint of displeasure; he held quite a negative opinion of him.

Because this man was too dangerous!

He usually didn't even attend clan meetings, so his deliberate appearance today definitely meant trouble. It was best to test him first.

Having made up his mind, Uchiha Fugaku spoke up:

"White Dove, do you have any good ideas regarding the villagers' complaints?"

No matter what, he had to make him restrain that dangerous "Ninja Supremacy" ideology of his. Konoha was a place that believed in the Will of Fire; such thoughts were absolutely not to be tolerated.

"Of course I do!" White Dove replied in a casual tone. "These people are no longer just ordinary villagers. We must strike with an iron fist. I suggest we arrest them all and interrogate them to see who is inciting them to sabotage the close relationship between our Uchiha clan and the village!"

He had endured for long enough; there was no time left to keep holding back, so he decided to "speak his mind" directly.

White Dove had long been fed up with these unruly villagers.

Before he transmigrated, he had been full of goodwill toward the villagers from watching the anime, but after actual contact, he realized these people were truly spoiled rotten.

Treating ninjas like commoners... wait, aren't ninjas just commoners themselves?

Never mind then!

Regardless, White Dove was genuinely annoyed.

It would be one thing if he lacked extraordinary power, but as a ninja, not only did they fail to respect him, they actively targeted him in every way possible. It would be strange if he didn't deal with them.

Because of this, even as a member of the Police Force, his law enforcement style was extremely heavy-handed, forcing Uchiha Fugaku to demote him to a squad leader in the logistics department.

Now, he was even suggesting that they strike the villagers with an iron fist.

"Shut up! Are you trying to destroy the Uchiha?" Uchiha Fugaku reprimanded. "The duty of our Police Force is to protect the villagers! How dare you say such a thing!"

He truly hadn't expected Uchiha White Dove to utter such dangerous words.

"No, Clan Leader, you are mistaken," White Dove shook his head slightly, reminding him, "The duty of our Police Force is to 'maintain order,' not to protect the villagers!"

He wasn't just talking nonsense; this was recorded in the clan's history. The original purpose for establishing the Police Force was exactly that.

As for the villagers?

That came after the order was established. Now that the villagers were affecting that order, striking with an iron fist was the only logical response.

But it was precisely because of a weak and incompetent leader like Fugaku that the Uchiha, a pride of lions, had turned into a pack of sick cats.

"You..."

Uchiha Fugaku was so angry he couldn't speak for a moment.

As the Uchiha clan leader, when had anyone ever dared to speak to him so loudly?

"I came to the clan meeting today to tell you, Clan Leader: starting from today, I am going to create... a New Uchiha!!"

White Dove stood up and stated his goal for the day, enunciating every word clearly.

Yes, this was his self-rescue plan after much deliberation.

Continuing in the current state meant the Uchiha were on a path to certain death!

With the Konoha F4 eyeing them from the outside and "ingrates" harboring murderous intent from within, if he didn't change things in time, he might as well commit suicide; at least that way his eyes would remain his own, rather than being used as experimental materials and consumables by others.

Therefore, he prepared to take it one step at a time.

First, by creating internal strife, he would reduce the high-level officials' wariness toward the Uchiha and perhaps even gain their support.

He wouldn't speak for others, but the "King of Pots" would definitely support him.

Thus, while White Dove seemed insane, he was actually very clear-headed, walking a tightrope on the edge of a blade.

There was no helping it; he didn't have one of those heaven-defying systems.

If he did, he would have stopped "eating beef" long ago; how could he possibly endure the insults of the villagers and the high-level officials every day?

Quasi-Kage level strength was the ceiling in a small ninja village, but in Konoha, it was at most just "strong," and certainly not the strongest.

It was only because time was running out that he acted now; otherwise, he would have waited until his strength reached the Kage level before making his move.

At the same time, this was an important opportunity.

An opportunity to reach the Kage level.

He was going all in!

Since his talent wasn't enough, he had to "take a shortcut."

"Uchiha White Dove, have you lost your mind?"

The Second Elder, Uchiha Setsuna, a member of the radical faction, was so shocked he stood up.

The methods ninja clans used against traitors were not merely verbal reprimands; according to clan law, they were to be purged directly.

"I am not crazy!" White Dove shook his head lightly, his eyes looking at Uchiha Fugaku with disdain, his tone carrying contempt he no longer bothered to hide. "I simply do not acknowledge you as a clan head who is indecisive toward the outside and incompetent and weak toward the inside!"

Yes, this was the evaluation he gave the man.

If it were a time of peace, the man would certainly be a good clan head, but the problem was... this was the ninja world, damn it!

A hell where the average life expectancy was under thirty and killing was as routine as eating or drinking.

Therefore, with such a clan head, it was no wonder White Dove would flip the table; continuing under such leadership was no different from suicide.

Furthermore, he intended to formally break with him!

Because the more intense his performance, the more the King of Pots would trust and invest in him—after all, the shortcut to the Kage level he required was tied to the King of Pots.

Only by reaching the Kage level would he have the qualifications to sit at the chessboard of Konoha.

A quasi-Kage could at best ensure he survived in the ninja world like a stray dog, forever living in fear and trembling.

If that was all he wanted, why the hell did he transmigrate!

He had been mediocre before he transmigrated; if he remained the same after, he might as well go to the Land of Rain to tease Konan and commit suicide.

As for his current self, to borrow a phrase from before he transmigrated:

He asked not for the past, nor did he seek the afterlife; he sought only to be invincible in the present. He would stand at the pinnacle of the ninja world and reshape this hellish world into the image he held in his heart!

He had never hidden these ambitions from his confidants, and this capacity had won them over. Otherwise... how could they possibly be so convinced by him?

However, even the loftiest goal must be accumulated step by step, and this was the first step.

Enter the Kage level!

If this step was not taken well, there would be no future.

"Arrogant..." Uchiha Tenzan, the conservative elder of the Dove faction, had just opened his mouth to rebuke him when he was stopped by a wave of the hand from Uchiha Fugaku at the head of the table.

"White Dove, is there something I, as clan head, have done that makes you dissatisfied?"

He was genuinely curious whether this restless little fellow in the clan was acting on his own volition or if someone else was trying to reach into the Uchiha.

"During the Nine-Tails Rebellion a few years ago, we Uchiha were clearly the strongest ninja clan in Konoha, yet we made no move. That is why the villagers tacitly assumed we were the culprits behind the Nine-Tails Rebellion, correct?"

Uchiha White Dove asked.

He wasn't actually trying to start a rebellion, so naturally, he didn't mind debating to strike at the man's prestige.

"True, but that was because..."

Uchiha Fugaku had just begun to explain when he was interrupted.

"I know the Root was acting on the Third's orders to prevent the Uchiha from leaving the compound... but I want to ask!" White Dove began to berate him directly: "The Hokage at the time was the Fourth. Since when did the Root get to call the shots, and using the 'Third Hokage's orders' at that? Do you have a pig's brain?"

He had wanted to scold him for a long time.

If he had been given the chance to speak back then, he would have cursed him out long ago.

The Fourth had already taken office, and the Root was not trusted by him, yet you, damn it, obeyed simply because the Root used the Third's orders. Are you a dog raised by them?

Even a dog wouldn't be that obedient!

"..."

Uchiha Fugaku was speechless; he had indeed made the wrong choice back then.

If the Fourth were still alive, the Uchiha would definitely not have become what they were today.

But White Dove would not let him off so easily, continuing to stare at him and kick the wounded leg:

"And later, when the village made us Uchiha move away from the center of the village, you, as clan head, actually agreed to it. Doesn't that amount to tacitly admitting that the Nine-Tails Rebellion had something to do with us Uchiha?"

One could only say that Uchiha Fugaku had some brains, but it would have been better if he had none at all.

Following White Dove's successive interrogations, the resentment of the others in the main hall of the shrine began to rise.

After all, a major reason for the heavy resentment within the clan was that they had been ordered to move to the corner of the village, where people were practically starving to death, yet the compensation funds had not been released for years. Under such circumstances, it was no wonder there was resentment, and it was no wonder the number of Hawks was growing by the day, now even surpassing the Doves.

As for the thoughts of the village higher-ups?

Naturally, it was that the Uchiha had caused such massive losses with the Nine-Tails Rebellion; merely forcing them to move from the center of the village was a mercy, and wanting money on top of that was simply thinking too much.

"..."

Everyone fell silent.

Because they had never even considered this point.

One could only say that while the Uchiha were truly strong in terms of raw power, their "brains" were inversely proportional to that strength.

"Also, with so many people arguing about rebellion at every clan meeting, even the children in the village know the Uchiha are going to rebel. Aren't you afraid the village will strike first?"

As White Dove spoke, he swept his gaze over everyone at the meeting with the look one might give a fool.

A matter like rebellion should be kept secret, yet they argued about it at every single clan meeting; it was like children playing house, leaving one at a loss for how to even complain.

Hearing this, the expressions of those present became awkward, as this was indeed an "open secret."

"So, I ask you, Clan Head Uchiha Fugaku, is there any issue with me saying you are indecisive toward the outside and weak and incompetent toward the inside?"

White Dove stared at Uchiha Fugaku, slapping his face with words.

One could only say that for the village to have been able to annihilate the Uchiha in the original story, it really was thanks to the cooperation of this "double agent," because caught between the choices of being spineless or being annihilated, he let the Uchiha be spinelessly annihilated.

If any other, stronger clan head had been in his place, it would have been impossible for the Uchiha to be wiped out.

After hearing this, Uchiha Fugaku's expression was complex.

From the other party's words, he finally understood just how many mistakes he had made, but as the clan head, he could not condone the other party sowing division within the clan, so he said sternly:

"White Dove, I can treat your previous words as a joke, but there will not be a next time!"

Yet, the response he received was...