Fugaku is Truly a Scheming Boy

Five minutes later.

Konoha Military Police Force, Chief's office.

The three little ones sat side-by-side on the sofa, each with a carton of milk and some snacks in front of them.

Yet, none of them touched a thing; they were all staring at Obito.

The single tomoe in Obito's eyes had vanished, as if it were merely a fleeting glimpse.

But an awakening is an awakening.

As of now, Obito is also a "red-eye disease" kid.

"How do you feel, Obito?" Ruohuo asked.

To be honest, Obito awakening his eyes at this age truly caught Ruohuo by surprise.

Six years old...

At the same age, a certain reincarnation of Indra sacrificed his entire clan, and it seems he only had a single tomoe?

And Obito...

So, did the scheme he just pulled on Fugaku happen to stimulate Obito's optic nerves?

"Big Brother, I feel great! When I awakened my eyes, I felt like I could kill a cow with one punch!" Obito said earnestly.

"..." Ruohuo pursed his lips.

Fine, Obito's talent was never weak to begin with.

If he were weak, he wouldn't have jumped straight to two tomoe at twelve in the original timeline, and then straight to Mangekyou.

This version of Obito seems to have sacrificed his intelligence, so putting it that way...

Awakening at six years old isn't actually a problem.

Hmm, now just Shisui is left.

At this moment, the office door opened, and Fugaku strode in.

Sweeping his gaze over the three little Uchiha beasts, Fugaku exhaled with a soft chuckle and shook his head.

"You lot... I'm starting to sympathize with your Ninja Academy teacher." Fugaku teased.

"That guy is a drunkard; no need to lower yourselves to his level. I've already sent him to the detention cell to reflect on his actions."

"But little Ruohuo, you really shouldn't be so... that, in the future."

Fugaku originally wanted to say "impulsive."

But was Ruohuo really being impulsive?

Clearly, Ruohuo had intended to teach that loud-mouthed drunk a lesson from the very beginning.

Yet, before he made a move, he at least pinned a "spy" charge on the man.

That doesn't sound like "impulsive" at all...

The only thing Fugaku couldn't quite pin down was Ruohuo's act of drawing his kunai.

Was he just trying to scare the guy, or did he really intend to...

Surely not, right?

Ruohuo didn't respond to Fugaku's words, instead pulling a brand-new application form from his pocket.

"Clan Head, please sign here in the guardian section."

Guardian?

Fugaku's eyes lit up instantly. Recalling Mikoto's assist that night, he silently gave his wife a thumbs-up.

"This is..." Fugaku took the application form, his expression gradually turning strange.

"Early graduation application? Ruohuo-kun, are you planning to apply for graduation!?"

Fugaku was shocked.

If he remembered correctly, the Ninja Academy had only been in session for... less than a week?

"Yes, I've self-studied the textbooks from the first to the sixth grade. It was all too simple."

Ruohuo replied calmly: "Teacher Oki said he felt he had nothing left to teach me, so he gave me this form."

Oki: I did not! Don't go around spreading lies!

"I originally wanted to have Grandma sign it, but she's getting on in years and her eyesight is failing. Obito and I don't have any other elders at home..."

"So I had no choice but to trouble the Clan Head."

"Auntie Mikoto said that since you are our patriarch, if you sign it, Teacher Oki should have no choice but to agree, right?"

Hearing this, Fugaku straightened his back significantly.

As the dignified Uchiha Clan Head, if he signs it, would a mere Chunin dare to reject it?

"Rest assured, Ruohuo-kun."

Fugaku picked up a pen from his desk and signed his name with clean, decisive strokes.

Since the ninja academy teacher had already said as much, there was naturally no need for him to ask any further questions.

Little Ruohuo was so upright; surely he wouldn't lie?

Graduating early was fine, too.

Geniuses were always different from ordinary people.

They all had their own paths to walk.

After signing, Fugaku felt something was still missing.

He went back, pulled out two seals, and stamped them onto the paper.

"The clan head's signature is the same as a parent's signature. I am your patriarch, after all; I believe your teacher will agree."

Fugaku handed the signed and stamped application form back to Ruohuo.

Ruohuo raised an eyebrow.

Good grief, he had stamped it with both his personal seal as clan head and the official seal of the Konoha Military Police Force?

The personal seal was understandable, but the official one... what was the meaning of that?

Ruohuo was a bit puzzled at first.

But once he realized this application form required the Third's signature for approval—meaning the Third would definitely see it—he felt relieved.

He was branding him with the Konoha Military Police Force's mark in advance!

Heh, Fugaku was such a schemer.

But wasn't this tactic a bit too crude?

The Third had seen everything; would he really fall for this?

If you really want to keep someone, just go to the Hokage Office Building and say it directly. What are you afraid of?

"Uchiha Ruohuo is an outstanding reserve talent for the Konoha Military Police Force and a candidate for the next Uchiha clan head. Please show some respect, Hokage!"

That was the kind of posture a clan head should have!

"Thank you, Clan Head," Ruohuo said obediently, silently tucking away the application form.

The top student spot was definitely his.

His greatest competitor had already been defeated by his hand and was even willing to call him squad leader.

With this application form, the C-rank mission was as good as complete.

The only uncertainty left was his jonin instructor.

Could it be Minato? Ruohuo wondered to himself.

He actually hoped Minato would be his instructor so he could use the Rasengan legitimately.

Yes, as soon as Ruohuo was able to refine chakra, he had started researching the Rubber Ball Training Method.

He had been on the scene when Jiraiya taught Naruto.

He had also taken a look when Sasuke taught Boruto.

He had mastered this skill, which remained useful until the very end, long ago; he just hadn't had the chance to use it.

When the time came, he could surprise Minato and maybe even bluff his way into the status of a successor to Mount Myoboku.

In a sense, Sage Mode was not inferior to the Mangekyo.

Perhaps his second five-year plan could be completed ahead of schedule?

"Alright, although there is much official business today, my shadow clones can still handle it."

"Children, if you want to learn ninjutsu, shall we set off now?" Fugaku smiled.

Did Fugaku really have that much official business?

Perhaps.

But Ruohuo was more inclined to believe that Fugaku said it on purpose so that the three of them would feel the clan head had put in extra effort for their sake.

It wasn't that Ruohuo was being malicious.

It was just that in their few brief encounters, Fugaku had already displayed too many "little schemes."

If Ruohuo were truly just a child, it might have worked.

But Ruohuo had lived two lifetimes, and in his previous life, he had a bureau chief for a father and a high-powered career woman for a mother. How could he not see through such minor tricks?

"Thank you for your hard work, Clan Head," Ruohuo said, playing along with Fugaku's performance while patting Shisui and Obito on the back of their heads.

"Thank you for your hard work, Clan Head," they echoed in unison.