Elite Treatment, Lucky Draw

"What do you want?" Fugaku asked directly.

"The treatment of an elite clansman, a full quota of training resources, and... access to B-rank and above ninjutsu."

Liuyu stated his conditions without the slightest hesitation.

"You have quite the appetite." Fugaku narrowed his eyes. "On what grounds?"

"On the grounds that I can provide the clan with a second trump card beyond the Sharingan."

Liuyu leaned forward slightly, the lamplight catching his lenses with a sharp glint.

"Clan Head, if I may speak frankly.

You know better than anyone the current situation of the Uchiha in Konoha.

The higher-ups fear us, the villagers shun us, and we are confined to the duties of the Police Force. We appear to hold power, but in reality, we are excluded from the core of the village."

Fugaku's gaze turned suddenly fierce.

This was the sore spot of the Uchiha, a forbidden topic that every clansman knew well but dared not discuss lightly.

"The Sharingan is undoubtedly powerful, but its path of evolution is filled with chance and tragedy.

The Mangekyō requires the death of a loved one; it is a cruel curse in itself. Moreover, is relying too heavily on a single power not also a shackle?"

Liuyu's voice was low, yet every word struck at Fugaku's heart.

"My 'Eye of the Heart' is different.

It does not rely on bloody evolution; it only requires systematic development and training.

It can assist in combat, interrogate spies, and set up large-scale genjutsu barriers.

It can even... at critical moments, make anyone who sees something they shouldn't forget everything they witnessed."

Fugaku's fingers stopped tapping.

He understood the subtext of Liuyu's words.

If the "Eye of the Heart" could modify memories on a large scale, it would be a terrifying political weapon.

"That is merely potential." Fugaku said in a deep voice. "You need to prove its value."

"That is why I need resources." Liuyu replied calmly.

"Give me time and support, and I will prove to you that the 'Eye of the Heart' can not only become the Uchiha's blade but also its shield, and even... a stepping stone."

"A stepping stone?"

"A stepping stone that allows the Uchiha clan to return to the core of Konoha's power without needing a coup d'état." Liuyu said softly.

"After all, when everyone believes they are seeing the truth, what the truth actually is no longer matters."

The study was so quiet one could hear a pin drop.

Fugaku stared fixedly at Liuyu, trying to find a trace of bluffing on his face.

But he saw only the stillness of a deep pool.

After a long while, Fugaku slowly leaned back into his chair and closed his eyes.

"Starting tomorrow, you will enjoy elite-tier treatment. Your resource quota will be issued at the same level as Body Flicker Shisui.

You may consult B-rank ninjutsu scrolls in the clan's Library, but a guarding elder must be present."

Hearing this, Liuyu's heart stirred—Body Flicker Shisui, the genius who would later be known by that very title.

Even now, his reputation within the clan was a household name.

A moment later.

Fugaku opened his eyes, his gaze like a torch. "I will give you three months.

After three months, you must complete a B-rank mission to prove the value of your 'Eye of the Heart' in actual combat.

If you fail, all privileges will be revoked."

"Agreed." Liuyu bowed slightly.

"Additionally." Fugaku added, "Your Kekkei Genkai is not to be made public within the clan for now.

To the outside world, say that you practiced genjutsu privately in your youth and possess a special talent.

Your teacher... will be tentatively identified as the legacy of certain secret arts left behind by Kagami Uchiha."

Kagami Uchiha, an Uchiha genius who fell years ago, known for his genjutsu and open-mindedness.

Using him as a cover was reasonable and logical.

"Understood." Liuyu caught his meaning perfectly.

"Go." Fugaku waved his hand. "Your new residence is at Number 7 in the western district of the clan grounds; it has already been arranged.

Remember to report to the Police Force tomorrow. I have arranged a light, nominal clerical position for you to facilitate your 'training'."

"Thank you, Clan Head."

Liuyu stood up and bowed.

Just as he was preparing to turn and leave, a voice called out to him.

"Uchiha Ryūha." Fugaku stood up, walked around his desk to stand before Uchiha Ryūha, and patted him on the shoulder.

This intimate gesture caught Uchiha Ryūha by surprise.

"You are not the disgrace of the Uchiha." Fugaku looked him in the eyes and said each word with deliberate weight.

"The clan has neglected you in the past; that was my dereliction of duty. But from this day forward, I will be watching you—watching how far you can go, and watching what kind of future you can bring to the Uchiha."

Number Seven in the western district of the clan grounds was a detached, private courtyard.

Compared to his previous cramped apartment, this place was more than twice as spacious and even came with its own small training ground.

Uchiha Ryūha pushed open the courtyard gate and saw that the room was already furnished with brand-new bedding and a weapon rack.

On the table sat a scroll bearing Fugaku's handwriting: "Someone will bring you a catalog of ninjutsu scrolls tomorrow. Rest well."

Uchiha Ryūha closed the door, leaned his back against it, and let out a long breath.

The first step was a success.

He had gone from "Uchiha's disgrace" to "the clan's hope" in just half a day.

But this was only the beginning.

After a simple meal and washing up, he sat cross-legged on the brand-new tatami mat and summoned the system panel.

[Host: Uchiha Ryūha]
[Energy System: Reiatsu (Chakra Conversion Type)]
[Current Reiatsu Level: Weak Sixth-Class Reiatsu (Seated Officer Level)
Quantified Reiatsu: 2.5 Kage (Jonin level is 3 Kage)]
[Zanpakutō: Kyōka Suigetsu (Shikai)]
[Compatibility: 10%]
[Skills Mastered: Flash Step (Novice), Red Fire Cannon (Not Mastered)]
[Karma Points: 500]
[Items: Shihakusho (Gigai Disguise Version)]

The rewards for the beginner mission were generous; his Reiatsu had doubled, reaching a level approaching that of a Special Jonin.

Furthermore, the 10% compatibility with Kyōka Suigetsu allowed him to feel the subtle "breathing" of his Zanpakutō more clearly.

"System, show me the missions."

[Main Mission (Long-term): Become the true controller of the Uchiha clan.]

[Phase Mission I: Establish a reputation and influence within the Uchiha clan no lower than that of an "Elite Jonin" within one year.]

[Current Progress: 2% (You have caught the clan leader's attention, but have yet to gain widespread recognition)]

[S-Rank Worldline Alteration Mission: Prevent the suicide of Hatake Sakumo.]

[Mission Description: Hatake Sakumo, the White Fang, will commit suicide in his home in three months due to the criticism he faced after a failed mission. His death will lead to the distortion of Kakashi's personality and weaken Konoha's top-tier combat power.]

[Mission Rewards: SSR-rank designated draw ticket ×1, Reiatsu cap increased by 50%, 10,000 Karma Points.]

[Countdown: Three months.]

Uchiha Ryūha's pupils contracted slightly.

The White Fang!

A legendary ninja who didn't appear much in the original work, but whose strength was described as being enough to make even the Sannin yield.

His suicide was a massive loss for Konoha and the starting point of the shadows in Kakashi's life.

More importantly, this event occurred shortly after the end of the Second Shinobi World War, at a juncture when the Third Shinobi World War was about to break out.

The death of the White Fang would leave a gap in Konoha's high-end combat power.

It would indirectly lead to a series of tragedies, such as the Minato Team being left unsupported during the Battle of Kannabi Bridge, the "death" of Obito, and Rin being implanted with the Three-Tails.

The butterfly effect.

If he could save the White Fang, the trajectory of many things might change.

"The good news is that there is still plenty of time," Uchiha Ryūha analyzed calmly.

"But the difficulty lies in how I am supposed to approach the White Fang. How can I, as a newly graduated Uchiha Genin, interfere with the life-or-death choice of a Kage-level powerhouse?"

Walking up to him and saying "don't kill yourself" certainly wouldn't work.

He needed a more subtle way to intervene...

[Ding!]

[Host identity transition phase one complete. Causality Points +200]

[Current Causality Points: 300 (Available for Gacha)]

The word "Gacha" was highlighted in red; the interface looked exactly like the unscrupulous mobile games from his past life.

[Consume 100 Causality Points for a single R-rank gacha pull?]

[Ten-pulls require 900 Causality Points (10% discount). There is a probability of obtaining SR-quality cards.]

"There's absolutely no mention of the SR drop rate. Isn't this a bit much?"

Though he complained, his body was honest.

He would start with one pull to test the waters.

"System, perform a single R-rank pull."

[100 Reputation Points consumed. Initiating gacha--]

In the space of his consciousness, a white light flared.

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the R-rank item: Psychiatrist's Business Card (Reusable)]

[Description: A seemingly ordinary business card. When the holder presents this card, the target will form a first impression that "this person is a trustworthy professional." Effect lasts 30 minutes. Cooldown: 24 hours.]

[Quality: White]

Liuyu looked at the white card that had appeared out of thin air in his hand, his mouth curling to one side.

Professional... trustworthy, huh?

Although it was only white quality, it might be more useful than a powerful ninjutsu in certain situations.

He tucked the card away and looked out the window.

The moonlight was cold, and Konoha lay sleeping in the night.

"Three months..." Liuyu whispered to himself, "That's enough."

He needed to formulate a plan.

A plan that could save White Fang without exposing too many of his own secrets.

And the beginning of it all would be reporting to the Police Force tomorrow.

After all, to make contact with a high-profile elite jonin, one always needs a suitable... opportunity.

Liuyu adjusted his glasses, the lenses reflecting a chilling light under the moonlight.