Evening. Read
In front of the Uchiha Clan compound.
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Dozens of families had packed the entrance to the clan compound so tightly that not even water could pass through. Their noisy denunciations forced some Police Force members to rush back and maintain order.
"Uchiha, hand over that little bastard Arata!"
"Otherwise, this won't be over today!"
The shrill voice was enough to pierce the eardrums of everyone nearby. Beside the speaker stood a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old boy, his entire right arm wrapped in bandages. He kept his gaze lowered, seemingly afraid to look at the ninjas dressed in fan-emblazoned uniforms.
"That's right!"
"Hand over that inhuman little bastard!"
"He hit him so hard! Is he trying to cripple my precious son for good?"
Hysterical voices immediately joined in.
The Uchiha ninjas and residents standing at the entrance to the compound could not help but frown.
"Doesn't Arata think his 'reputation' is bad enough already? He went into Konoha again to stir up trouble? He's really causing trouble for the clan."
Naiki Uchiha, who had just returned from the training grounds, spoke with disdain.
No one around him voiced any objection.
After all, Arata's reputation was currently terrible beyond measure.
However, the person handling this matter was Inabi Uchiha, one of the most radical members of Konoha's younger generation. His strength was considerable as well, at the level of a jonin.
As for the Police Force members behind him, their temperaments naturally were not much different from his.
"So you're saying Arata barged into the genin training grounds without any reason and beat up over a dozen ninjas who were training hard there?"
"And those ninjas just happened to be the precious sons you keep talking about?"
Following the crowd's accusations, Inabi slowly repeated them, a trace of questioning in his voice, as though asking the accusers whether he had gotten anything wrong.
"That's right!"
"Such a vicious, cruel little brat can only come from the Uchiha Clan. He must be severely punished!"
"Otherwise, we'll ask Lord Hokage to judge this matter!"
The woman at the front spoke sharply.
However, when she reached a certain word, she abruptly restrained herself. The people before her were not that little fox demon with an undeservedly vicious reputation, but genuine killing machines.
"Ha, hahahaha!"
Having received confirmation, Inabi suddenly threw back his head and laughed. Several ninjas behind him did the same, as though they had heard the greatest joke in the world.
"You!"
"Are you trying to protect that little bastard?"
A furious parent squeezed forward to question him. His son had once been an elite on the verge of becoming a chunin, yet now he cowered timidly. At the mention of that bastard named Arata, his eyes were filled with fear.
"Protect him?"
"Hey, have you got the situation backward?"
"Arata did your precious sons a favor. You should be thanking him!"
Inabi Uchiha's voice gradually shifted from mockery to coldness, and contempt began to fill his narrow eyes.
Yashiro really had not misjudged him.
That kid's style of doing things was far more satisfying to watch than Itachi's.
"Huh? He did our children a favor?"
"I think your entire clan is full of brain-damaged lunatics!"
"We'll settle this before Lord Hokage!"
A woman whose makeup had been utterly ruined sneered. After speaking, she grabbed her child and prepared to leave. She clearly had no strength left to argue with this group of lunatics; only Lord Hokage could handle them!
Her words also expressed the thoughts of many people present.
In recent years, the Uchiha Clan had truly gone too far, especially those people from the Military Police Force. They had no human compassion at all!
"Heh, shouldn't you be thanking him?"
"More than a dozen genin faced an eight-year-old child, yet they were beaten so badly they ran home crying to their mothers."
"How ridiculous."
"If this were the battlefield, they would be trash dragging down their comrades!"
"So hurry up and give up on your fantasies of becoming ninjas. Thank Arata properly for beating some sense into you useless brats, then go be your precious sons in peace!"
Inabi Uchiha sneered.
Ever since Konoha's upper ranks had begun treating the clan with increasing discrimination, he had kept the anger in his heart suppressed.
He had thought that after Itachi entered the Anbu, it would bring some benefit to the clan's future. Who would have thought that bastard could no longer even distinguish where his own allegiance lay?
Fortunately.
Fortunately, the clan still had Arata.
The kid's forceful act of overturning an entire training ground had greatly lifted his spirits!
"Isn't it only because you have the Sharingan!"
Suddenly, a boy who looked eleven or twelve retorted.
He had originally been one of the best of his class, but when he faced those special eyes, it felt as though everything about him had been seen through. All his struggles had become futile.
It was like the clouds had parted to reveal a new path.
That one sentence instantly struck a chord with everyone, especially the defeated genin.
That was right.
They had lost entirely because their opponent possessed a Kekkei Genkai! Because he possessed the Ninja World's strongest ocular technique, the Sharingan!
Otherwise, how could they have lost? How could they possibly have lost?
However, Inabi Uchiha finally could not contain his temper when he heard this.
His icy gaze swept straight past the adults blocking the way and landed on the boy.
"Have you all lived in comfort for too long?"
"Have you forgotten that the regions bordering the Mist Village along Konoha's frontier are guarded by our clan? Every day, every single day, clan members are wounded and die."
"It is their blood that buys you this idle time to stand here flapping your mouths!"
"The Sharingan is powerful, but do you know the price of awakening it?"
Inabi's tone grew increasingly hostile.
The reason he had awakened the Sharingan was precisely because he had watched his best friend die in war!
At those words, some young ninjas immediately began tugging at their parents' clothes, wanting to leave this place.
They had been in the wrong from the start.
Dozens of people had ganged up on one little kid and still gotten beaten up. That was the truth.
The main reason they had come was because their overprotective parents had dragged them here. Now, faced with Inabi Uchiha's questioning, shame had long appeared on their faces. They did not want to stay any longer and embarrass themselves further.
However, not everyone thought that way.
Someone immediately wanted to invoke a ninja's duty and the village's collective honor to overturn and gloss over everything.
But before he could speak.
Inabi Uchiha, standing apart before the crowd, changed his tone again.
"Besides, do you really think I'd believe the things you've said? Arata would provoke a group of useless genin? Hmph, they aren't qualified."
"So don't attempt to deceive the Uchiha again, or challenge the Uchiha's patience!"
As his words fell, three Magatama silently appeared in his eyes.
Behind him, the guards following Yu Zhi also unconsciously activated their Sharingan, every single one bearing two Magatama!
The Sharingan was the source of their strength, and it was also the memory of their pain!
How could they tolerate it being spoken of so casually?
And when had the parents of these genin ever seen such a scene?
Several pairs of scarlet eyes radiated intimidation beneath the setting sun. Such strength was already comparable to a jonin squad led by an elite jonin.
"Just, just wait for Lord Hokage's punishment!"
In the end, they could only leave behind that harsh threat and flee in disgrace. If they stayed any longer, who knew what these lunatics might do!
"Lord Hokage, though?"
"Heh."
A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Inabi's mouth.
The reason he was handling matters here was because Elder Yashiro had dragged the clan head to demand an explanation from the Third Hoshikage!
"After Arata restrained the Anbu who ambushed him, he was attacked by two jonin?"
"Those old bastards really made a grand move!"
"Do they think the Uchiha have no jonin!"
At that thought, the scarlet gleam in his eyes grew colder.
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