What, I'm the Descendant of Radicals?

Hiruzen Sarutobi glanced at the man and shook his head.

"Don't make any unnecessary moves."

After saying that, he sighed again.

"What a troublesome brat. Forget it, deal with the others first. Don't come here anytime soon."

"Yes!"

The several men lowered their heads.

Hiruzen Sarutobi turned around and shook his head helplessly. He seemingly had not expected things to develop to this point, and his mood became rather heavy.

Genkawa Uchiha paid the matter no mind at all. After returning, he continued doing whatever he normally did.

As time passed, fewer and fewer people remained in the Uchiha Clan Compound. Households moved away one after another, and in the end, only some elderly people remained.

Some of them were retired ninja, while others were ordinary people. Having lived here for decades and grown attached to the place, they naturally did not wish to move.

And the village did not come urging them again, since only a few households remained, fewer than twenty people in total.

The clan compound was deserted, no longer carrying its former liveliness.

Others might not have been used to it, but Genkawa Uchiha felt quite at ease.

Whether it was because he had been used to living alone in his previous life, or because the few years of family affection he had gained in this life had been quickly lost, returning to his old monotony seemed to change nothing.

One morning, Genkawa Uchiha left home and headed toward the Training Ground. Since he was not in a hurry, he walked at a normal pace.

As he walked through the now-spacious compound and looked at the tightly shut doors and windows on both sides, the desolation felt especially apparent.

There were still people visible on the streets. Those elderly clan members unwilling to move away instead chose to come out for a stroll at this time.

Not far ahead was a hunched old man leaning on a cane, slowly making his way over.

Genkawa Uchiha glanced at him and stopped paying attention, but just as they were about to pass each other, someone grabbed his wrist.

"Genkawa Uchiha..."

The old man turned his head. A smile appeared on his age-spotted face, but combined with his gaunt body and cheeks, it gave off an inexplicably vicious air.

"What is it?"

Genkawa Uchiha turned his head as well and met his gaze.

This old man was no simple person.

Genkawa Uchiha could naturally sense that much.

Moreover, the old man looked familiar, yet he did not know his name. That was somewhat surprising.

Genkawa Uchiha's memory was not bad. He would not claim to remember every member of the Uchiha Clan, but he knew nearly all of them.

The old man before him was definitely an Uchiha, yet Genkawa did not know his name. He looked familiar, so they had clearly met before. Perhaps too much time had passed, and Genkawa could not recall where they had met.

"You're Hayato and Kumiko's child, right?"

The old man asked him.

Genkawa Uchiha frowned and casually nodded.

"As expected. You look far too much like them. I knew it the moment I saw you. Even among the entire Uchiha Clan, your father and mother were famous for their good looks back then. It is only natural that you possess such a bearing."

"So? Do you need something? And who are you?"

Expecting Genkawa Uchiha to respect the elderly and care for the young was rather unrealistic.

This was the Ninja World. Old people and children often meant danger.

So, with a slight exertion of force, he broke free from the old man's grasp and merely watched him.

"Hehehe."

The old man did not mind his actions. After studying him for a moment, he grinned with his toothless mouth. "Who I am is unimportant. But if you're interested, come with me. I have something to give you."

Genkawa Uchiha looked at him expressionlessly. "Say it clearly. We don't know each other."

The old man shook his head and walked off on his own.

"Being cautious is a good thing, kid, but you need to know who deserves it. Going back a generation, your parents would have called me Grandpa."

After walking a few steps and seemingly hearing no sign of Genkawa Uchiha following, the old man had no choice but to stop and turn around. "What a disobedient brat. Come on, what I want to give you is related to your parents."

Then Genkawa Uchiha followed him.

With the old man having said that much, his curiosity had naturally been piqued.

The two walked one after the other deeper into the clan compound, heading toward the Shrine.

The Shrine was not located in the center of the compound, but near its edge. Because of the Shrine, there were not many buildings here, only a few houses beside it, and the old man's destination was one of them.

Only then did Genkawa Uchiha realize that the old man lived here. No wonder he had seemed familiar.

The Shrine was not used very often within the clan compound. Usually, only a few clan members visited it, and even they came only occasionally.

For someone like Genkawa Uchiha, the number of times he had come here since childhood could be counted on one hand.

Perhaps he had seen this old man here at some point when he was young, but had not paid attention and forgotten about him afterward.

Following the old man into one of the houses, Genkawa saw that the courtyard was small and the furnishings simple. It was obvious that the old man lived alone.

"Sit."

The old man greeted him, poured him a cup of tea, then slowly entered a room.

Genkawa Uchiha examined the furnishings, wanting to see if he could find anything revealing.

In the end, there was nothing unusual. It looked like the home of an ordinary elderly man living alone.

A Ninja Blade hung on the living room wall, along with two calligraphy scrolls and a low table. There was nothing else.

After arriving here, Genkawa Uchiha was no longer in a hurry. He did not press the old man and simply sat cross-legged beside the low table, waiting quietly.

Fortunately, the old man did not stay gone long. When he emerged, he was holding a cloth bundle.

The bundle clearly had some age to it. Its color had faded, and dust clung to it. As the old man patted it, sunlight streaming through the window caught the dust, making it drift through the air like golden specks.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, child."

The old man sat across from Genkawa Uchiha and gently placed the cloth bundle on the low table before opening it.

Genkawa Uchiha's gaze followed the old man's movements and settled on the bundle.

Inside were a scroll and several thin books.

The old man handed the scroll to Genkawa Uchiha and said, "This is a special technique. I'm giving it to you now."

But Genkawa Uchiha pressed down the old man's hand, pinning the scroll as well, and gazed at him coolly.

"So why are you giving me this scroll? Don't tell me it's simply because you think I'm talented?"

He needed to understand the reason. Genkawa Uchiha did not want to come here without knowing why.

"Hehehehe..."

The old man let out a low laugh. He did not pull back his hand, merely stared into Genkawa Uchiha's eyes.

"What an overthinking brat."

Genkawa Uchiha tilted his head slightly. "Don't think I won't hit you just because you're old. Keep that up and I'm leaving immediately."

The old man's eyelids twitched, and he stopped laughing.

The atmosphere became somewhat silent, but fortunately, the old man spoke again.

"This is a technique called Izanagi. Have you heard of it?"

Genkawa Uchiha's expression did not change.

Of course he had heard of it, and he knew it very well.

But for this old man to take out such a technique, his identity was clearly unusual.

"This was what this old man promised your father. Once you possessed sufficient strength, I would give this technique to you."

Genkawa Uchiha narrowed his eyes, scarlet already showing within them.

"Don't be nervous, kid. Strictly speaking, your father was one of my subordinates back then. And your father's death was connected to the village's higher-ups."

Genkawa Uchiha lowered his gaze. "So, what happened back then?"

The old man stared at him. His eyes had turned scarlet as well, three tomoe revolving within them.

"They went to assassinate Shimura Danzō."

Genkawa Uchiha's fingers twitched slightly. He raised his gaze and looked at the old man.

"Don't look at me like that."

The old man grinned as he spoke. "My name is Setsuna. Perhaps you've heard of me. Hehehe."

Genkawa Uchiha asked expressionlessly, "So I'm a descendant of the clan's radical faction?"

Uchiha Setsuna's smile widened. "Hahaha, that's right. When it came to being radical, your father was even more so than I was. Well, kid, did that scare you? How do you feel?"