An Anomaly Among the Uchiha

It was clear that Hiruzen Sarutobi was putting pressure on Fugaku Uchiha.

Likewise, Genkawa Uchiha was doing the same.

The atmosphere on the scene had become rather peculiar; Fugaku Uchiha had arrived in a fit of rage, but now, he felt inexplicably nervous.

Hiruzen Sarutobi was one thing—he was, after all, the Third Hokage. Using his authority as Hokage to say such things, while not explicitly stated, was a direct accusation.

But Genkawa Uchiha...

"Do not act recklessly."

Fugaku Uchiha instinctively summoned the aura of a clan head, addressing Genkawa Uchiha first before turning back to Hiruzen Sarutobi.

"As for what the Third Hokage says, I am not yet aware of the specific circumstances."

After all, he was the clan head; how could he be intimidated by a few words? Naturally, he would stall as long as he could.

Hiruzen Sarutobi nodded slightly.

"Very well, this is indeed not the time to discuss this. Let us deal with this matter after tonight's events have been settled."

Fugaku Uchiha was visibly relieved.

Seeing this, Genkawa Uchiha simply smiled.

He gave Fugaku Uchiha a thumbs-up and said, "Lao Yue, you are the best, truly."

Without waiting to see if Fugaku Uchiha understood, he picked up the bag he had set down earlier and walked toward the clan grounds without looking back.

Fugaku Uchiha immediately wanted to speak up, but was dissuaded by Hiruzen Sarutobi.

"Let the child go back. Regarding tonight's events, Danzo was at fault, and the child suffered a grievance. Fugaku, you should comfort him properly when you return."

Fugaku Uchiha nodded. "I understand."

Since Genkawa Uchiha had already left, he naturally stopped caring about what happened at the scene.

He could still hear the two of them talking behind him, their conversation focused on the Sharingan in Fugaku Uchiha's hand, but Genkawa Uchiha found it laughable.

For the Uchiha clan to have such a clan head, it was truly a blessing earned over several lifetimes.

Tonight's events were an accident as far as he was concerned.

If the Nine-Tails hadn't been right in his face, he wouldn't have made a move. Now, his "self-detonation" had exhausted seven or eight-tenths of the natural energy he had accumulated in his body; he would have to go back and save up again.

Having witnessed Fugaku Uchiha's hesitation, Genkawa Uchiha had completely abandoned any expectations he shouldn't have had in the first place.

Let whoever cares, care.

When Genkawa Uchiha stepped into the clan grounds, he saw the chaotic scene within the Uchiha territory.

It wasn't exactly chaotic, just affected by the destruction caused by the Nine-Tails.

There were dried bloodstains on the stone steps—not many, and no one had bothered to clean them.

Several clansmen who had awakened their Sharingan stood on the walls, gazing in the direction where the Nine-Tails had previously appeared. On the road, children were lined up in two rows, held by the hands of older clansmen, moving quickly toward the North Gate.

No one cried, and no one asked why.

"Don't look back, keep moving."

A middle-aged man whispered, his Sharingan glowing crimson against the backdrop of the firelight.

Several clansmen with active Sharingan were leaning against the collapsed walls, searching for survivors beneath the rubble, their eyes still glowing.

They didn't speak, merely staring at the distant Hokage Building.

"Why won't the village let us go out and help?" a youth asked in a hushed voice.

"Hah, why else? They fear the power we possess," another replied, his tone clearly filled with resentment.

"Was it the Hokage himself who gave the order?" someone else asked.

"Who knows? It was an order relayed by the Anbu."

"Damn it, we are Uchiha, not prisoners."

"Shut up."

An elder interrupted, "Do your own job."

The young man who had been scolded was clearly indignant, but seeing the chaos in the clan grounds, he wisely shut his mouth.

Genkawa Uchiha walked past them without stopping, appearing as if he didn't care about anything before him.

This behavior was naturally noticed by others.

"Where did you go?" someone asked him.

"I went to buy groceries."

Genkawa Uchiha's response was simple—so simple that it was as if the Nine-Tails had never appeared at all.

Seeing him like this, someone naturally felt indignant and scolded, "Don't you see the state the clan grounds are in?"

Genkawa Uchiha stopped in his tracks and looked at the man. "So?"

The man clearly hadn't expected this attitude from Genkawa Uchiha; his Sharingan tomoe spun faster in his eyes from anger, and he stepped forward to stand right in front of Genkawa Uchiha.

"Is this the attitude you should have as an Uchiha? The clansmen need help, yet you stand by and watch with cold eyes?"

As these words fell, many people stopped in their tracks or paused what they were doing, all casting their gazes toward this spot.

When those people saw Genkawa Uchiha among the two arguing parties, some immediately changed their expressions.

Some looked at Genkawa Uchiha with eyes full of indifference, while others revealed disgust.

All sorts of reactions were on display.

It was clear that even within the Uchiha, Genkawa Uchiha could be considered an outlier.

"And what else would you have me do?"

Genkawa Uchiha retorted, looking at the others before finally withdrawing his gaze to stare straight at the young man before him.

"Do they need my help? Haven't you all never cared anyway?"

Having said that, Genkawa Uchiha said no more and walked straight ahead, his shoulder bumping into the Uchiha youth as he passed.

"That's enough, Tekka."

An older Uchiha spoke up, restraining the youth, and watched the departing back of Genkawa Uchiha with an unreadable expression.

"Uncle Yashiro, look at that guy!"

The youth, who was Uchiha Tekka, was clearly incensed by Genkawa Uchiha's response and actions, itching to step forward and teach him a lesson immediately.

"Just ignore him."

Uchiha Yashiro cast a slightly stern look in his direction.

Uchiha Tekka had no choice but to shut his mouth.

Meanwhile, Genkawa Uchiha walked leisurely along the streets of the clan compound.

On both sides were somewhat flustered ordinary clansmen, both adults and children, as well as those who had awakened their Sharingan and stopped in their tracks; without exception, they all cast their gazes toward him.

Under the moonlight, in the streets of the Uchiha compound, the eyes of every Uchiha who had awakened their bloodline were as scarlet as blood, shimmering with an eerie hue in the moonlight.

Being watched by so many pairs of eyes would have made anyone else nervous, perhaps even terrified.

But Genkawa Uchiha seemed not to see them at all; he walked on, carrying the bag in his hand, completely ignoring the gazes from both sides.

"It's that guy."

"He doesn't deserve the Uchiha name."

"That detestable guy, he should just be kicked out of the Uchiha."

"Truly disgusting."

On both sides of the street, there were hushed conversations, and without exception, the target of their ire was Genkawa Uchiha.

These words fell into his ears, yet he continued to ignore them.

From this, it was not hard to see the situation of Genkawa Uchiha within the Uchiha clan.

He was isolated.

To be precise, Genkawa Uchiha had actively isolated himself from the entire Uchiha clan.

Looking at Konoha as a whole, Genkawa Uchiha was a genuine outlier, seen by outsiders as aloof and self-centered.

And within the Uchiha clan, he was likewise an outlier—unsociable and cold, completely lacking the pride that an Uchiha should possess.

Over time, the clansmen had built up quite a bit of resentment toward him.

However, these people only dared to whisper behind his back; no one dared to come forward and confront him directly.

Hot-headed fools like Uchiha Tekka were the exception, not the rule.

If one were to look for the reason, it could only be blamed on Genkawa Uchiha's refusal to contribute to the clan.

As for why he was unwilling.

The reason was simple.

After he blew up the Ninja Academy at the age of six, the Uchiha clan learned of his talent and felt that he was a treasure bestowed upon the Uchiha by the heavens. The entire clan held high hopes for him, wishing for him to become the sharpest spear of the Uchiha.

But unfortunately, Genkawa Uchiha had absolutely no interest in that.

As a result, the conflict between the two sides grew deeper and deeper, until it had now become somewhat irreconcilable.

But Genkawa Uchiha was simply too good at fighting.

Although he could not use ninjutsu, his terrifying strength and powerful physique had caused many of the troublemakers within the Uchiha clan to suffer.

In the past, whenever anyone dared to provoke him, without exception, they had tasted the weight of his fists, and the outcome went without saying.

And the more this happened, the less he was liked by the other clansmen.

As time passed, it devolved into the current situation.

Genkawa Uchiha suddenly stopped in his tracks, and the murmurs instantly ceased.

"Are you all that idle?"

Some twitched, but they still averted their eyes.

Some lowered their heads, refusing to meet his gaze.

Others had fury surging across their faces.

"A bunch of trash."

Genkawa Uchiha offered this indifferent assessment, resumed his stride, and without sparing another glance at these people, walked in the direction of his home.

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