The Tool, Fugaku

"Ruohuo, your eyes..."

"Ah, this is the Sharingan."

"..." Fugaku choked on his words. "Ruohuo, when did you awaken the Sharingan?"

"This, let me see..." Ruohuo pondered for a moment. "I've forgotten the exact time, maybe a year or two ago?"

"Obito got beaten up, really badly. I just felt a flash of red before my eyes, and then I had them..."

Although saying he awakened them at two would be more shocking, he figured Fugaku wouldn't believe it anyway.

It didn't matter, though; the impact of awakening at four was essentially the same as at two.

He could tell just by looking at Fugaku's expression...

Fugaku stood stunned for a few seconds, his Adam's apple bobbing. Soon, his gaze turned incredibly sharp, and a hint of excitement appeared on his face!

"Ruohuo-kun... just as Grandmother said, you truly are a reliable older brother..."

It hadn't even been ten minutes since Ruohuo returned home.

And this was already the fourth time Fugaku had changed how he addressed him tonight.

First it was "the man of the house," then "little guy," then calling him by his name, and now adding an honorific.

This meant that in Fugaku's heart, he had completely distinguished Ruohuo from other brats his age.

This was a genius who awakened his eyes at four!

A super genius!

"Thank you for the compliment, Clan Leader."

Although he didn't particularly like Fugaku, that didn't stop Ruohuo from milking him for all he was worth.

If nothing else, Fugaku's reserve of Fire Style techniques was a treasure trove for him at the moment.

His "Fire Style Prodigy" trait had already upgraded to "Star of Fire Style," and the panel stats alone were terrifying.

Learning requirements reduced!

Chakra consumption halved, and power increased!

If he kept upgrading like this, wouldn't the scene of Uchiha Madara roasting the Allied Shinobi Forces with a single Fire Style technique be within his reach sooner or later?

"So, Clan Leader, do you have any other ninjutsu scrolls prepared?"

Ruohuo blinked and said, "Preferably something a bit more difficult. I'm not a three-year-old anymore; these C-rank ninjutsu feel just like school textbooks—they're too simple."

Ruohuo continued to show off.

He didn't see any problem with that.

From the moment they met, Fugaku had already hinted twice that he should join the Konoha Military Police Force.

"Haha! They are only simple for you." Fugaku shook his head with a smile.

Are C-rank ninjutsu simple? Indeed, they are.

But if those words came out of the mouth of a six-year-old brat, that would be a different story entirely...

"I'm very sorry, I only brought two scrolls today, but it doesn't matter. As long as you want to learn, as the Clan Leader, I naturally have no reason to refuse."

Fugaku coaxed him patiently, "You're still in school, right? How about this... on the weekend, you can come by the Konoha Military Police Force."

"All the elite ninjas of the Uchiha clan are there. Not just Fire Style, but taijutsu, genjutsu, and the proper way to use the Sharingan—you can find all the answers there."

"Ruohuo-kun, you must know that our clan's Kekkei Genkai isn't just for studying and reading books."

A flash of scarlet crossed Fugaku's eyes, and three tomoe appeared within them!

"Wow..." Obito exclaimed in wonder.

"Big brother, the Clan Leader's eyes are just like yours!"

Ruohuo: ...

Fugaku: ...

Mikoto covered her mouth and chuckled. "That's only natural, little Obito... We are all members of the same clan. Uncle Fugaku is the Clan Leader, which is equivalent to being your head of household."

"We all possess the same Kekkei Genkai. Once you awaken your eyes, you will also have eyes just like your brother's..."

Mikoto's words earned her ten extra points in Ruohuo's estimation.

What a perfect assist.

"I understand, Clan Leader."

Ruohuo patted the back of Obito's head. "When the weekend comes, I will bring Obito to the Konoha Military Police Force for guidance."

There was a mock exam this week, and the results would basically lock in who would be the top student.

If all went well, Ruohuo planned to graduate immediately; he didn't want to spend a single extra day in the Ninja Academy.

This year's Chunin Exams were only two months away.

And if nothing went wrong, after this round of Chunin Exams, waiting for the next one would mean waiting until next year.

The Ninja World War was about to enter its second phase: a chaotic melee between all the villages.

With the rewards from his B-rank clan mission, he would be more confident in farming experience and earning battle merits on the front lines.

As for the qualifications to participate in the Chunin exams...

As far as Ruohuo knew, besides the approval of a supervising ninja, major clans also seemed to have the authority to recommend their own members.

Before he officially took over the mantle of the Uchiha clan head, led the Uchiha to grow and prosper, and created new glories...

No matter how one looked at it.

The Fugaku before him was a fully functional tool.

"Alright, then I'll be waiting for you at the Konoha Military Police Force, Ruohuo-kun."

Fugaku stood up and reached out, wanting to ruffle Ruohuo's short hair.

Ruohuo wanted to refuse, but he didn't dodge, extending his own hand instead.

"Haha!" Fugaku laughed as he shook Ruohuo's hand. "You will definitely become an outstanding ninja, Ruohuo-kun."

"I think so too."

"Haha! Such confidence, not bad! It's getting late, so I won't disturb you any longer. See you this weekend."

"Take care, Clan Head-sama. Take care, Aunt Mikoto."

"Dear, do you know of anyone else who awakened their eyes at this age?"

On the way home, Mikoto leaned against her husband and asked.

"Well..." Fugaku pondered for a moment and said with a serious air, "As far as I know, there is actually one."

"Who? How come I don't know?" Mikoto asked curiously.

"His name is Itachi Uchiha, or perhaps Nanako Uchiha; they awakened their Sharingan the moment they were born, even earlier than that brat Ruohuo."

Mikoto rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face didn't diminish in the slightest as she gently stroked her belly. "Baby, did you hear that? Daddy has high expectations for you."

"That's right, my child will definitely be a one-in-a-million genius," Fugaku boasted.

"Why couldn't it be a girl? Nanako is such a pretty name." Mikoto shot her husband another look.

"A daughter would also be a one-in-a-million genius, and a great beauty, just like her mother," Fugaku replied smoothly.

The young couple flirted all the way home, looking perfectly happy.

"Come to think of it, dear... that child seems so precocious. I always get the feeling he doesn't act like a child at all, unlike his younger brother."

"Geniuses are all like that," Fugaku laughed.

"But even geniuses need to grow."

"I really hope that among the Uchiha children, there can be more and more geniuses like him."

"That way, when the time comes for me to step down, I won't have failed the expectations of the old clan head..."