Who Allowed You to Look at Me?

"The... the winner is Uchiha Ryūha!"

The proctor's voice trembled; he swallowed hard before he could manage to announce the result.

With that declaration, the long-suppressed atmosphere in the stands instantly exploded.

"Are you kidding me? Setsuna actually lost?"

"What kind of sorcery did that Uchiha Ryūha use? Was Setsuna fighting a ghost just now?"

"No hand seals, no eye contact, he barely even moved... is this really the dead-last we know?"

Countless gazes converged on Uchiha Ryūha.

There was shock, wariness, and curiosity, but more than anything, there was the scrutiny and suspicion of the Uchiha clansmen.

In a clan that worshipped power, the sudden emergence of a clansman with unknown, bizarre abilities was not just a surprise—it was a threat.

Uchiha Ryūha ignored it all.

A pleasant system notification chimed in his mind:

[Ding! Novice mission complete!]

[Rating: S-rank (Perfect crush, caused massive cognitive dissonance).]

[Rewards distributed: Reiatsu cap increased by 100%, Zanpakutoōka Suigetsu compatibility increased to 10%.]

[Obtained Karma Points: 100 (can be used in the System Shop for exchanges or draws).]

A warm current flowed through his entire body, and Ryūha felt the power within him ascend to a new level.

His previously depleted Chakra (Reiatsu) was now so full it felt as if it were about to overflow.

Is this what Reiatsu is?

Compared to Chakra, it was heavier and carried a greater sense of oppression.

In short, it was perfect for showing off.

Just as he prepared to leave the arena, a stern voice suddenly rang out.

"Wait."

A figure flickered down from the stands, blocking Ryūha's path.

It was a middle-aged man with a serious face, deep nasolabial folds, and the scent of blood that only a battle-hardened Jonin could possess.

Uchiha Yashiro, a squad leader of the Police Force and a representative of the clan's radical faction.

"Uchiha Ryūha."

Uchiha Yashiro looked down at Ryūha from his height, his Three Tomoe Sharingan slowly rotating as he attempted to exert mental pressure on the branch-family youth.

"What was that technique you used on Setsuna just now?"

His tone was less of an inquiry and more of an interrogation. "No hand seals, bypassing the insight of the Sharingan, driving Setsuna into madness... this is definitely not a common genjutsu. There is no record of such a ninjutsu in the clan's archives."

The surrounding air instantly solidified.

Everyone could hear the malice in Yashiro's words.

The Uchiha clan had a twisted desire for control over power and would never allow an uncontrollable anomaly to exist within their ranks.

Uchiha Ryūha stopped in his tracks and looked up at Yashiro.

Facing the pressure of the Three Tomoe Sharingan, he did not retreat in the slightest; instead, his eyes narrowed slightly behind his lenses.

"Lord Yashiro, this is my 'self-created ninjutsu'."

Ryūha smiled as he spouted nonsense, his face neither flushing nor his heart racing. "I call it... 'Complete Hypnosis'."

"Self-created ninjutsu?" Uchiha Yashiro sneered. "A dead-last who couldn't even cast a Great Fireball can create a ninjutsu of this level? Hand over your ninja tools! I want to inspect them! I suspect you used some kind of forbidden poison or cursed seal!"

As he spoke, Uchiha Yashiro reached out, grabbing directly for the Kyōka Suigetsu at Ryūha's waist.

In his eyes, Uchiha Ryūha was just a brat who had won by luck.

Faced with the authority of the Police Force, he should have just submitted obediently.

However.

The moment his fingers were about to touch the hilt.

Snap.

A fair, slender hand gently clamped onto Uchiha Yashiro's calloused wrist.

Uchiha Yashiro froze.

He was a Jonin!

Even a casual grab from him shouldn't be something a newly graduated Genin could react to!

What shocked him even more was that the strength coming from this seemingly slender palm was astonishingly great.

It was like an iron pincer, holding him completely motionless.

"Lord Yashiro."

The smile on Uchiha Ryūha's face remained gentle, but deep within those dark brown eyes, a chilling light that made one's heart tremble flickered.

The Reiatsu on his body was no longer suppressed at this moment; instead, a tiny sliver leaked out.

It was merely a sliver, yet it carried a high-dimensional sense of oppression that originated from the soul level.

BOOM!

Uchiha Yashiro felt his vision blur, as if he were seeing a towering god or demon looking down upon him.

That terrifying sense of suffocation made his heart stop beating.

"Who gave you permission to touch my blade?"

Uchiha Ryūha's voice was very soft, yet it reached the ears of everyone present with perfect clarity.

"You..." Cold sweat instantly beaded on Uchiha Yashiro's forehead. His body instinctively wanted to retreat, only to find that he was suppressed by the other's aura and unable to move a muscle.

"Stop!"

Just as the conflict was about to escalate, a low shout rang out.

Uchiha Fugaku appeared between the two in a flash.

As the clan head, he could not watch his clansmen engage in infighting in public, nor could he let outsiders make a joke of them.

"Yashiro, stand down."

"Attacking a clansman who just graduated—what kind of behavior is that?" Uchiha Fugaku said in a deep voice.

Uchiha Yashiro felt as if he had been granted amnesty; he hurriedly pulled his hand back, looked at Uchiha Ryūha with shock and suspicion, and retreated behind Uchiha Fugaku while gritting his teeth.

Uchiha Fugaku turned around, his deep eyes taking a long, searching look at Uchiha Ryūha.

The Chakra that erupted just a moment ago... that cold, dark, yet vast feeling made even him feel a trace of alarm.

Had this person, who was usually on the fringes, been hiding so much?

"Ryūha." Uchiha Fugaku's tone softened, carrying a hint of solicitation.

"Since you have graduated, report to the Police Force tomorrow. The clan needs talent like you."

This was an acknowledgment, but also surveillance.

Uchiha Ryūha naturally understood.

He released his grip on the sword, pushed up his glasses, and returned to that harmless, scholarly appearance.

"That is my honor, Lord Clan Head."

He bowed slightly, then turned and walked out of the examination hall at a leisurely pace under the complex gazes of everyone present.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto his back, casting a long shadow.

Walking out of the Ninja Academy gate, the smile at the corners of Uchiha Ryūha's mouth gradually faded.

He looked back at the Hokage Rock, then toward the direction of the Uchiha clan grounds.

"The Police Force, is it... That works too."

"Since I need a stage in the world of Naruto, I might as well start by taking control of the Uchiha."

He gently stroked the Kyōka Suigetsu at his waist.

"After all, admiration is the emotion furthest from understanding... wouldn't you agree, everyone in Konoha?"

At this moment, in the shadow of a large tree opposite the Ninja Academy.

An Anbu wearing a mask was rapidly recording something on a scroll.

He then transformed into a black shadow and sped toward the Hokage Building.

Intelligence Level: S.
Target: Uchiha Ryūha.
Characteristics: Suspected of awakening an unknown Kekkei Genkai, extremely dangerous.