Qingyu, Under the Gaze of Many

Of course, Qingyu did not think he could obtain this trait so easily.

However, based on the description of the trait, he could seek out some ninjas with better sensory abilities to interact with.

For instance, the Yamanaka Clan.

Because of this trait, the name sounded like it was related to intuition and perception.

Qingyu then adjusted his breathing.

"Is there anyone else?"

Qingyu looked at the group of upperclassmen.

He had consumed less than thirty percent of his chakra, and his physical stamina had barely dropped.

Having fought three consecutive matches, it was nothing more than a slightly longer warm-up for him.

Unfortunately, after waiting for a while, no one responded.

On the edge of the training ground, Rin Nohara clasped her hands in front of her chest.

"Qingyu is truly amazing."

Rin Nohara sighed in admiration.

Obito wanted to say something to regain some face, but no matter how he searched his mind, he simply couldn't find a single sentence that could hold its own.

Although he wasn't close with Uchiha Domon, he had seen him a few times within the clan.

That was someone about to graduate, and his Uchiha Style Swordsmanship was among the best of his peers.

Yet, he still lost to Qingyu.

Kakashi stood under a tree, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

He felt both happy for Qingyu's victory and immense pressure from Qingyu's unfathomable strength.

These two emotions surged up simultaneously, leaving him unable to speak.

"Since there is no one left, let's call it a day."

Qingyu's performance had completely exceeded Umino Shika's imagination, and at this moment, he was grinning from ear to ear.

I have brought up a genius!

Umino Shika thought proudly.

Although it didn't have much to do with him, the boy was, after all, from his own class.

Such an outstanding genius might even attract the attention of the Hokage.

When that time came, a small fry like him would also be on the path to success.

Night.

"Lord Fugaku."

Uchiha Domon had been summoned to Uchiha Fugaku's home.

Uchiha Fugaku sat in the main seat, his expression calm and steady.

He had just finished listening to Uchiha Domon recount the events of the day.

"Domon."

"Present."

Uchiha Domon replied.

"To what extent do you think Qingyu's swordsmanship has reached?"

Uchiha Domon thought for a moment and answered truthfully:

"Very strong. Although my exchange with him was short, I felt that Qingyu has no weaknesses in ninjutsu, taijutsu, or genjutsu."

Uchiha Domon said.

Having no weaknesses in ninjutsu, taijutsu, and genjutsu for an ordinary person is called mediocrity.

But for a powerful person, it is called being all-rounded!

"Moreover, he used his Sharingan for quite a long time, completely disregarding the chakra consumption."

Uchiha Domon added.

One had to know that the Sharingan was very taxing on chakra.

And the more one used the Sharingan, the more chakra it consumed.

Upon hearing this, Uchiha Fugaku fell into his memories.

Back when Qingyu was born, it had caused quite a stir in the clan.

A woman of the Senju Clan carrying Uchiha blood was like stomping on the already fragile balance between the two clans.

In the end, it was Tsunade who took the child away.

At the time, he felt that a half-blood child being raised by the Senju was of no consequence, as it saved the hawks in the clan from constantly making an issue of it.

Looking at it now, that decision had been somewhat hasty.

"You should interact with Qingyu more."

"After all, since he has awakened the Sharingan, he is, in the end, a member of our Uchiha."

Uchiha Domon nodded in agreement, though he couldn't help but grumble inwardly.

The clan head's words were truly watertight.

When Qingyu's talent hadn't been apparent, no one in the clan mentioned this, and even the name Qingyu was rarely spoken of in public.

Now that the boy had become a genius, he had suddenly become "a member of the Uchiha."

This moral bottom line, how should one put it, was truly flexible.

Fugaku waved his hand to signal for Domon to withdraw.

Uchiha Domon bowed, turned, slid open the paper door, and walked out.

Before the sound of the paper door closing had even faded, a series of footsteps echoed from the other end of the corridor.

Uchiha Setsuna walked in.

He was an elder of the Uchiha clan; his hair was already gray, and the wrinkles on his face looked as if they had been carved with a knife.

"Fugaku, I heard you summoned Domon today."

Uchiha Setsuna didn't bother with pleasantries, getting straight to the point.

"Yes."

"Regarding Qingyu?"

"Of course."

Uchiha Setsuna let out a cold snort, leaning on his cane as he sat down opposite Fugaku.

The tip of the cane struck the floorboards heavily, emitting a dull thud.

"That child has half the blood of the Senju flowing through him. His father abandoned the Uchiha clan back then, choosing to unite with a woman of the Senju clan. This was a betrayal of the Uchiha."

Uchiha Setsuna's voice grew colder.

"And Qingyu is the product of that betrayal."

Fugaku frowned slightly.

He knew Uchiha Setsuna's attitude toward Qingyu had always been hardline, but hearing these words to his face still gave him a headache.

Uchiha Setsuna held great prestige within the clan, and many among the hawks were his followers.

Therefore, he could not directly refute him.

"Elder Setsuna, Qingyu awakened the Sharingan at birth, and it has now been proven that he has not been burdened by this power, nor has he developed the bloodline disease."

"And so what?"

Uchiha Setsuna remained unmoved.

"Just because he awakened the Sharingan, does that erase the half of the Senju blood in his veins? The Uchiha bloodline must remain pure; mixing it with Senju blood is a defilement."

He emphasized the word "defilement" heavily.

In his mind, the glory of the Uchiha was supreme; it was those scoundrels of the Senju who had forced Lord Madara away.

It was clearly agreed that Lord Madara would be Hokage, so why did they go back on their word?

Faithless!

Uchiha Setsuna continued:

"Even if Qingyu appears fine, the things Senju Tobirama did against our Uchiha back then, along with the traditions left behind by the Senju clan, must have influenced him. Who knows, he might even be harboring hatred for the Uchiha in secret."

Fugaku was silent for a moment.

He did not want a direct confrontation with Uchiha Setsuna, but he could not agree with the man's claims either.

"Let us not speak of this for now."

He chose to shelve the matter temporarily.

"Weak."

Uchiha Setsuna felt disappointed in Fugaku.

With that, he stopped pressing the issue and turned to leave.

After Setsuna departed, Uchiha Fugaku returned to the inner room.

A beautiful woman walked in carrying a cup of hot tea, placing it gently by Fugaku's side.

"I heard everything."

Mikoto sat down beside Fugaku.

"Actually, Elder Setsuna's concerns are not entirely without merit; it is a fact that the child Qingyu lacks a sense of belonging to the Uchiha."

She picked up the teapot and poured a cup for Fugaku.

"But a sense of belonging is not innate; it is built over time. That child did not grow up in the Uchiha, so it is only natural that he feels like a stranger here."

"If we let him visit the clan, interact more with children his own age, and forge bonds, perhaps things will be different."

"At the end of the day, the blood of the Uchiha does flow through his veins."

Fugaku lifted his teacup, gazed at the tea within, and remained silent for a moment.

"What you say makes sense."

One week later, in the courtyard of Tsunade's home.

Qingyu was gripping that katana, practicing swordsmanship in the yard.

The blade sliced through the air, emitting a series of dull, whistling sounds.

Tsunade walked out from the house and leaned against the doorframe, watching him for a while.

This brat is really growing up to be quite handsome.

Tsunade thought to herself.

"Brat, pack your things; I'm taking you out for a trip."