Internal Uchiha Family Affairs

An event that infuriated the Uchiha but delighted Konoha began to quietly ferment within the village.

The arrogant Uchiha Police Force had been stormed at their main entrance, and someone had been killed right in front of everyone; such a humiliating disgrace had never occurred in the history of the Uchiha.

Uchiha Fugaku listened quietly to his subordinate's report. Upon hearing that the attacker was a member of the Uchiha clan, he showed no surprise, calmly dismissing the subordinate.

"Itachi, what do you think?"

Fugaku asked softly, and Itachi's figure emerged from the shadows.

He had been listening from the side the entire time the Uchiha clansman was giving his report.

"Father, do you know who that person is?"

Itachi clearly sensed that his father's attitude was off. Although Fugaku always presented a gentle demeanor, Itachi knew that his father's obsession with the clan was carved deep into his bones.

He would never allow anyone to trample on the dignity of the Uchiha.

"I do indeed know, and I am also using his hand to release a smoke bomb."

Fugaku smiled, feeling deeply gratified by his son's intelligence.

Whether in training or strategy, the talent displayed by Uchiha Itachi was rare in a century.

"Does Father intend to plant a mole in the village?"

Itachi speculated.

"That is one point. The village is overly wary of the unity of our Uchiha clan, so they desperately need an outlier to appear within the family. Since that is the case, I shall give them one."

"Secondly, I am not the only one who has a say within the clan. I have discovered that some people have been acting too excessively lately and need to be reined in. This person must have a connection to the village while also being a fringe member of the clan."

"Uchiha Shiraha? Anyone who can catch Father's eye is at least an elite jonin... Shiraha is merely a chunin, isn't he?"

A flash of light crossed Uchiha Itachi's eyes.

He had a deep impression of Shiraha.

When he first met Shiraha, Itachi didn't think there was anything special about this teammate.

He possessed the same arrogance as other clansmen, always wearing an expression as if everyone owed him money.

The first time he saw Shiraha, he felt that he embodied all the common traits of the Uchiha clan.

Aloof and prideful.

But as time spent together increased, some of his subtle, eccentric behaviors made Itachi gradually realize a new side of Shiraha.

A maverick who focused on training and remained unaffected by external affairs.

Even if he only had an hour to rest, he would choose to spend thirty minutes practicing swordsmanship.

The pride of the Uchiha meant that once they saw any taijutsu, ninjutsu, or genjutsu with their Sharingan, they could make it their own; such a photographic memory was terrifying for anyone to possess.

Coupled with the Uchiha's inherent talent, the lowest achievement for a clansman who awakened the Sharingan was a chunin.

Therefore, such grueling, diligent training had never before appeared in anyone bearing the Uchiha name.

Shiraha was the exception.

Uchiha Fugaku smiled without a word after hearing this.

Itachi's performance made him even more firm in his inner conviction.

The Uchiha—has a worthy successor.

In a secluded residence within the Uchiha compound.

Uchiha Madoka was eating from a bag of snacks, with four or five tabby cats circling his feet, constantly rubbing their bodies against his thick legs.

Uchiha Madoka was not bothering with any disguise at this moment, letting his fat hang loose as he sprawled in his seat.

He held the latest intelligence report in his hand, tossed a piece of dried fish onto the floor, and chuckled, "Well done!"

"That brat is actually this capable; at this level, there aren't many in the clan who could subdue him! It looks like the relationship with the village might be able to improve slightly."

Uchiha Madoka looked at the report in his hand, a hint of a smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.

He had originally just wanted to take the opportunity to intimidate some clansmen with ulterior motives, never expecting such an interesting thing to happen.

He had underestimated Shiraha's abilities.

"Go tell Cat Granny that some interesting things have happened in the clan recently."

Uchiha Madoka ordered. A small white cat with black spots heard this, showed an expression of understanding, and its figure instantly darted out of the room.

Cat Granny lived in the abandoned district. Although she did not live with the Uchiha, she had always been a partner to the Uchiha clan, managing the weapon shop and the Ninja Cat clan on their behalf.

After the Uchiha were wiped out, most of the Ninja Cats disappeared.

In the end, only a portion remained by Cat Granny's side.

Uchiha Madoka was responsible for managing intelligence for the clan while also maintaining contact with Cat Granny.

Many in the Uchiha clan were arrogant, prideful people who held political power.

Therefore, the task of taking care of Ninja Cats was something an ordinary person could not do.

Cats never considered humans to be their masters.

Uchiha Madoka clearly understood the vast disparity between the clan and the village after comparing various intelligence reports.

The gap in peak combat power was simply too great.

"Recently, one of the Sannin has returned as well; we need to tell those troublemakers to settle down."

Uchiha Madoka gazed at the scenery on the horizon, calculating his next plan.

The only thing he could do was minimize the losses of his clansmen as much as possible.

After all, they shared the same bloodline.

After killing his target, Shiraha tossed the head toward the village gate and then returned straight home to sleep.

Many people recognized the identity of the head, and the news spread instantly, sparking all sorts of speculation.

By the time rumors were flying everywhere the next day, he had only just woken up.

After washing up, he began to meticulously style his hair, shaping it into the likeness of Gintoki.

Even his dazed expression could not conceal his stunningly beautiful face.

His hair was slightly curled; without a chemical straightening treatment, it was a bit troublesome.

"Uchiha Shiraha?"

A jounin suddenly appeared in Shiraha's home, looking at the boy who was currently checking himself in the mirror as he asked.

Shiraha's expression remained calm as he smiled and said, "If you cannot give me a reason to be happy, I shall find my amusement in you!"

A jounin? He was only worth one sword stroke.

His face wore a smile, but his tone was as cold as ice.

A faint killing intent emerged.

It was formed from the baleful aura stained onto Shiraha's hands.

He once didn't believe in such intangible things, but after truly having lives on his hands, a terrifying aura would naturally manifest whenever he grew angry.

As the number of people he killed increased, this aura became increasingly frightening.

"Everything the clan leader entrusted to you has been placed outside the door; take it yourself."

The jounin's face turned pale, recalling the words Uchiha Fugaku had spoken when assigning him this task.

"Do not provoke him."

At first, seeing a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, he had felt some contempt.

But under this dense baleful aura, he re-evaluated the meaning behind the clan leader's words.

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure vanished with a Body Flicker.

"The money is in hand!"

Shiraha walked outside to find many boxes placed in the hallway.

Uchiha Fugaku had fulfilled his promise.

Shiraha began to sink into the agonizing labor of moving and counting money.

Over an hour passed.

After handling the chores, Shiraha picked up two large boxes, grabbed a piece of bread from the table, bit into it, and headed out.

Feeling the gazes fixed on him from time to time, Shiraha gradually grew accustomed to the way girls would lose their composure, mesmerized by his beauty.

Carrying his troubles along the way, Shiraha moved as fast as the wind, arriving at the location of the clan's weapon shop.

The owner was that familiar young man, Kin Uchiha.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three loud thuds caused the entire counter to shake three times.

Kin Uchiha turned his head, his face full of rage, and demanded, "What are you doing?"

"Customizing a scabbard!"

Shiraha placed the Kusanagi Sword on the counter and said loudly.

"Not doing it!"

Kin Uchiha had his own temper; a craftsman should have the dignity of a craftsman.

"The money is enough."

"It's not a question of money; it's a question of attitude!"

"Aside from that, what other problems are there?"

"I don't feel like it."

"Oh?"

Shiraha flicked his left hand, and the hilt of his wooden sword instantly flew from his waist.

She leaned gently against Kin Uchiha's neck.

The blade hovered exactly one millimeter away, grazing just above the fine hairs on his skin.

"And now? Any more questions?"

"I'll do it right away!"

A bead of cold sweat rolled down Kin Uchiha's forehead; this was only a wooden sword, and if it had been the other one at her waist...

The Grim Reaper had just brushed past him.

Having narrowly escaped with his life, he dared not say another word.