The Sarutobi Clan is Konoha's Foremost Ninja Clan!

For over ten consecutive days, Kawadera Uchiha cast illusions on Shingu Senju every single night.

Shingu Senju didn't know if he had made any progress, but Kawadera Uchiha's own [Illusion] stat had risen by 0.1, reaching 8.4.

This was the realization of his own talent and proficiency.

One midnight, it took Shingu Senju nearly an hour to wake up from the illusion.

"53 minutes? Your progress is far too slow.

Kid, I am using illusions to torture you—to torture you severely.

Can you stop looking like you're enjoying it every single time? You're making me feel quite frustrated."

Shingu Senju hurriedly wiped the smile from his lips, looking up to see Kawadera-senpai frowning at the top of the stairs.

He knew it was inappropriate, but being able to see Kanzuki every night was simply too wonderful.

Kawadera Uchiha said, "It seems I've been too gentle with your training. My methods will be much rougher from now on."

Demonic Illusion: Hell Viewing Technique!

In Shingu Senju's field of vision, the scarlet Rinnegan suddenly transformed into a blood-red sky.

The earth twisted and spun; the scenery before him shifted instantly, and he found himself in a grassland surrounded by the continuous, deafening roar of Explosive Tags.

A battlefield. He had returned to the battlefield.

The figure of Kanzuki Senju appeared, rushing past Shingu Senju as he sat paralyzed on the ground.

Kanzuki Senju was stronger than him, so she was always the one charging ahead.

The next instant, a pillar of white barrier light shot down from above.

Kanzuki Senju's figure shattered like dust.

Starting from her right arm, then her shoulder, right chest, hip, leg...

He only caught a glimpse of her profile, the cute, peach-like fuzz still visible on her cheek...

In a heartbeat, Kanzuki Senju was pulverized within the Dust Release barrier.

Only the ponytail on the left side of her head remained, fluttering chaotically in the wind.

In despair, Shingu Senju reached out his hand, trying to grasp those pale golden strands.

"No!"

Despair and agony engulfed Shingu Senju.

If only he had been stronger, if he had been the one charging at the front, Kanzuki wouldn't have died.

Guilt and pain devoured Shingu Senju.

Overwhelmed by the immense agony, he instantly lost consciousness.

Watching the useless Shingu Senju, Kawadera Uchiha felt that the road ahead was long and arduous.

Shingu Senju's [Illusion] stat was likely around 5.

With such resistance to illusions, how could he possibly stand against Fugaku Uchiha?

Fugaku Uchiha's [Illusion] was currently around 7; the young clan heir was a truly brilliant genius.

With only two months left, he wondered if they could catch up in time.

One day, Ishiya Uchiha suddenly sought out Kawadera Uchiha.

Kawadera Uchiha thought something major had happened, but it turned out the Police Force was short-staffed and wanted him to work as a temp.

Ishiya Uchiha was the head of the clan's Intelligence Division; he had likely been asked by the Police Force to lend them a hand, and he had pushed the vacationing Kawadera Uchiha out the door.

After receiving a Police Force uniform that didn't quite fit, Kawadera Uchiha sat in the duty room, waiting for an assignment.

A few minutes later, Squad Leader Hiroshi Uchiha kicked the door open.

Seeing only Kawadera Uchiha in the room, he said, "You, come with me! We're handling a public disturbance!"

"Understood!"

Kawadera Uchiha still didn't know what the Police Force usually did.

Hiroshi Uchiha used Body Flicker to move across the rooftops—a privilege reserved for Police Force ninjas, Anbu, and Jonin.

Ordinary ninjas had to walk, or Konoha would descend into chaos.

Arriving at the entrance of an izakaya, Hiroshi Uchiha said, "Go in and subdue everyone causing trouble!"

Through the doors and windows of the izakaya, one could hear the clamor inside.

As soon as he stepped through the door, Kawadera Uchiha raised his hand and caught a cup flying toward him from the side.

Hiroshi Uchiha thought to himself that as expected of a ninja from the clan's Intelligence Division, his reflexes were quite good.

Kawadera Uchiha only felt a headache coming on; the squad leader had said to subdue everyone causing trouble, but wasn't there a bit too many of them?

There were ten tables in the izakaya, and the people at the middle six tables were already brawling, while those against the walls were watching the spectacle and egging them on.

"Hit him! Aim for his crotch! Make his wife a widow!"

"Your wife already ran off with someone else! Don't be afraid, thrust your hips and offer your crotch up!"

"Right! Gouge his eyeballs! Sneak your thumbs in and poke his eyes!"

"Use the chopsticks like Senbon! Don't use them like Kunai! Stab him! Do you even know how to use a weapon?"

"Boiling water! Just use the boiling water! That's the way!"

The air was thick with the foul, turbid stench of yesterday's vomit.

It clung to the soles of one's shoes with every step.

The lights shone down on the filthy tables.

Spilled alcohol misted into the air.

Behind the hazy alcohol vapor and the dim, yellow light were the bloodshot eyes of the patrons, inverted triangular eyes, gaping maws, and faces that were either ferocious or manic.

Just by looking, Kawadera Uchiha fell in love with this place.

If he claimed he wasn't a bit mentally ill, even he wouldn't believe it.

If the mental illness was about to manifest, what should he do?

As a newcomer, how could he let his senior, Hiroshi Uchiha, do the dirty work?

Kawadera Uchiha held eight shuriken between his fingers, each tied with a steel wire, and hurled them out with a sudden motion.

The sound of them cutting through the air was drowned out by the shouting and cursing.

The patron raising a bottle to smash someone found his arm caught in the wires.

The patron pinning another down to pummel him felt his fist slam into the wires.

The man holding a stool watched it slip from his hands as the shuriken pierced the legs, leaving the stool suspended in mid-air.

Eight steel wires instantly halted the movements of most of the crowd.

Hiroshi Uchiha nodded repeatedly; truly an elite from the Intelligence Division, far superior to the clansmen who spent their time in the Police Force right after graduation.

After the crowd was controlled, only the last man was still screaming loudly; both his hands had eight fingers broken, leaving only his thumbs.

"I am an elite Chunin of the Sarutobi Clan!

Do you even understand the Sarutobi Clan? The number one ninja clan of the village, both now and in the future!

Do you understand what 'elite' means? I am highly valued within the clan!

If I hadn't followed an idiot from the Senju Clan and charged too fast, my fingers wouldn't be ruined!

I..."

Kawadera Uchiha realized he recognized this man—it was Tombo Sarutobi, whom he had met briefly on the front lines.

Back then, this Tombo Sarutobi had been constantly buttering up the Senju squad leader, Takashi Senju.

He wanted Takashi Senju to keep the glory of the Senju Clan in mind and charge at the front, so he could hide safely behind him.

It seemed now that Takashi Senju had indeed charged at the front, but he had charged too fiercely, causing Tombo Sarutobi to suffer a terrible fate.

Hiroshi Uchiha did not deal with this Sarutobi clansman, who was slumped on the ground and screaming incessantly.

Kawadera Uchiha remained still by tacit agreement, listening to the man's curses.

"The Senju Clan is finished! They're all nearly dead!

The Uchiha Clan is useless! They even need my Sarutobi Clan to grant them the chance to leave the village!

My Sarutobi Clan is the greatest ninja clan in Konoha right now!"

A patron nearby couldn't stand it anymore and hurriedly covered Tombo Sarutobi's mouth.

"You're drunk! Shut your mouth already!"

Hiroshi Uchiha signaled to Kawadera Uchiha, who used the Body Flicker Technique to step forward, grabbing the man who was trying to mediate by his arms and locking them behind his back.

"Everyone causing trouble, come with me to the Police Force to sober up!"

He took out the steel wire and bound the troublemakers one by one.

The thin steel wire bit into their wrists, sobering most of them up from the pain as they turned to glare viciously at Kawadera Uchiha.

However, the sight of Kawadera Uchiha's Sharingan sobered them up a few degrees more.

The fear of being dominated by the Uchiha Police Force kept them from saying anything further.

Only Tombo Sarutobi remained, still cursing and swearing.

More and more people were watching, and more and more were listening.

Hiroshi Uchiha and Kawadera Uchiha exchanged a knowing glance, deliberately allowing this Tombo Sarutobi to keep on screaming.