Stop Trying to Deceive the Uchiha!

Evening.

In front of the Uchiha clan grounds.

Dozens of families had blocked the entrance to the clan grounds so tightly that not even water could pass through. The clamorous sounds of protest forced some members of the Military Police Force to rush back to maintain order.

"You Uchiha, hand over that little brat Arata to me."

"Otherwise, this matter won't end today!"

The shrill voice was enough to pierce the eardrums of those nearby. Beside the speaker stood a boy of fourteen or fifteen, his entire right arm wrapped in bandages. His gaze was lowered, as if he dared not look at the ninjas clad in the Uchiha fan crest.

"That's right!"

"Hand over that heartless little bastard!"

"To strike so heavily, are you trying to completely cripple my precious son?"

Hysterical echoes of agreement followed.

In response, the Uchiha ninjas and residents standing at the entrance of the clan grounds could not help but knit their brows.

"Does Arata still feel his 'reputation' isn't loud enough? Running off to the Konoha city district to stir up trouble again? He really is a burden to the clan."

Naiki Uchiha, who had just returned from the training grounds, said with a disdainful tone.

Hearing this, the surrounding clansmen did not voice any rebuttal.

After all, Arata's reputation was currently at an absolute low.

However, the person in charge of handling this matter was Inabi Uchiha, one of the most radical members of the younger generation in Konoha, and his strength was not weak—he was at the Jonin level.

As for the members of the Military Police Force following behind him, they naturally shared a similar temperament.

"Are you saying that Arata broke into the Genin training grounds for no reason and beat up all dozen or so ninjas training hard there?"

"And these ninjas just happen to be the 'precious sons' you speak of?"

Following the accusations of the crowd, Inabi slowly repeated them, his tone carrying a hint of questioning, as if he were seeking confirmation from the accusers to see if he had missed anything.

"Yes!"

"Only an Uchiha would raise such a vicious, cruel little brat; he must be severely punished!"

"If not, we will go and ask the Hokage to judge this!"

The woman standing at the front spoke with a sharp, bitter tone.

However, when she touched upon a certain word, she suddenly restrained herself. The group in front of her was not that little fox-demon with a mere bad name, but genuine killers.

"Ha, hahahahaha!"

Having received a definitive response, Inabi suddenly threw his head back and laughed, as did the several ninjas behind him, as if they had heard the greatest joke in the world.

"You!"

"Are you trying to shield that little bastard?"

A parent full of rage pushed forward to question them. His son had been an elite on the verge of promotion to Chunin, but now he was timid and fearful, his eyes filled with terror whenever the name Arata was mentioned.

"Shielding him?"

"Hey, have you all got the situation wrong?"

"Arata is doing your precious sons a favor; you should be thanking him!"

Inabi Uchiha's voice began to shift from mockery to cold indifference, and a look of disdain began to emerge in his narrow eyes.

Yashiro had truly not misjudged the boy.

That kid's style of doing things was much more satisfying to watch than that guy Itachi's.

"Huh? Doing our children a favor?"

"I think your whole clan is a bunch of lunatics with broken brains!"

"We'll see you in front of the Hokage!"

A woman whose makeup had been ruined mocked them. After speaking, she grabbed her child and prepared to leave. Faced with this group of madmen, she clearly had no energy left to argue; only the Hokage could intervene!

And this remark also voiced the inner thoughts of many people present.

In recent years, the Uchiha clan had truly become more and more excessive, especially those guys in the Military Police Force; they were completely devoid of human empathy!

"Heh, shouldn't you be thanking him?"

"A dozen Genin facing an eight-year-old kid, only to end up running back to mommy to cry and complain."

"How laughable."

"If this were on the battlefield, they would be trash who drag their comrades down!"

"So, hurry up and give up the fantasy of becoming a ninja, thank Arata for beating you wastes awake, and go back to being precious little sons in peace!"

Inabi Uchiha sneered.

Ever since the clan had been increasingly discriminated against by the upper echelons of Konoha, he had been suppressing the rage in his heart.

They had assumed that after Itachi joined the Anbu, he would be able to exert some positive influence on the future of the clan, but they never imagined that the bastard would lose sight of where his true loyalties lay.

Fortunately.

Fortunately, the clan still had Arata.

His powerful display of single-handedly overturning an entire training ground had left them feeling immensely gratified!

"That's only because you have the Sharingan!"

Suddenly, a boy of about eleven or twelve years old retorted.

He had originally been one of the top students in his cohort, but when he faced those particular eyes, everything seemed to be seen through, and all his struggles had been in vain.

It was like a sudden turn of events.

The boy's words instantly resonated with the crowd, especially the genin who had been defeated.

That was it.

The only reason they lost was because their opponent possessed a Kekkei Genkai! He possessed the strongest ocular jutsu in the ninja world: the Sharingan!

Otherwise, how could they have lost? How was it even possible to lose?

However, hearing this, Inabi Uchiha could no longer hold back his temper.

His cold, piercing gaze swept directly past the adults blocking his path and landed on the boy.

"Have you all been living in comfort for too long?"

"Have you forgotten that the borders of Konoha, adjacent to the Mist Village, are guarded by our clan? Every single day, clansmen are wounded or killed."

"It is their blood that buys you the idle time to stand here and run your mouths!"

"The Sharingan is strong, but do you even know the price required to awaken it?"

Inabi's tone grew increasingly hostile.

The reason he was able to awaken his own Sharingan was precisely because he had witnessed his best friend perish in the war!

Upon hearing this, young ninjas began tugging on their parents' clothes, wanting to leave this place.

They were already in the wrong to begin with.

Dozens of them had ganged up on one little kid, only to be beaten back—that was the reality.

They had come here primarily because they were dragged along by their overprotective parents, but now, hearing Inabi Uchiha's interrogation, they were already showing signs of shame and had no desire to stay any longer and lose more face.

However, not everyone thought the same way.

Someone immediately tried to use the duty of a ninja and the collective honor of the village to deflect and dismiss everything.

But before he could even speak.

Inabi Uchiha, standing apart from the crowd, shifted his tone once more:

"Besides, do you really think I would believe such nonsense? Arata would go out of his way to provoke a bunch of useless genin? Hmph, they aren't even qualified."

"So, do not attempt to deceive the Uchiha again, and do not test the patience of the Uchiha!"

As he finished speaking, three tomoe quietly manifested within his pupils.

Behind him, the members of the Police Force who had followed him also instinctively activated their Sharingan, and without exception, they were all two-tomoe!

The Sharingan was the source of their power, but it was also a memory of their pain!

How could they tolerate it being spoken of so casually?

And these genin's parents—when had they ever seen such a scene?

Several pairs of scarlet eyes poured out intimidation under the setting sun; such combat power was already comparable to a squad of jonin led by an elite jonin.

"Just, just wait for the Hokage's punishment!"

In the end, they could only drop these harsh words and flee in a sorry state; after all, if they stayed any longer, they truly didn't know what these lunatics might do!

"Though, the Hokage?"

"Heh."

A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Inabi's mouth.

The reason he was the one handling things here was precisely because Elder Yashiro had dragged the Clan Head off to demand an explanation from the Third Hokage!

"Arata countered an Anbu who tried to ambush him, and then was surrounded by two jonin?"

"Those old geezers really went to great lengths!"

"Do they think the Uchiha have no jonin!"

Thinking of this, the scarlet glow in his eyes grew even colder.