Collecting a Small "Good Person Fee"

The sun rose and the moon set, turning in an endless cycle; in the blink of an eye, several days had passed.

The reputation of the Uchiha Clan had grown increasingly poor since the Night of the Nine-Tails.

Many villagers loathed the Uchiha, believing they were the ones who had brought the disaster upon them.

This made the work of the Konoha Military Police Force much harder to carry out, and many clansmen harbored suppressed anger in their hearts.

Fugaku had submitted a request to the Konoha high-ups to forgo relocation, making the relationship between the two sides increasingly delicate.

In the end, the Uchiha Clan's funding was slashed, but they were not forced to move their settlement.

Strength truly can change everything.

Shimizu chuckled softly and set down the order for the Anbu selection.

Once upon a time, he had been pushed to the brink of defecting to Kumogakure, but now he possessed the power to sway the fate of the Uchiha.

Not only did Konoha not blame the Uchiha for failing to relocate, but they had even granted him a minor promotion.

Shimizu had gone from an ordinary member to the leader of a small squad.

However, these were all peripheral teams; tasks involving true secrets were already being subtly closed off to him.

Shimizu had no reaction to this.

He had an inside contact within the Anbu: Uzuki Yugao.

No intelligence could bypass Shimizu the moment it arrived.

It's about time I went to see Uzuki Yugao.

Shimizu stroked White Dove's head, calculating some future arrangements.

At this moment, White Dove had transformed into a semi-human form, crouching on the ground, squinting her eyes and letting Shimizu pet her, appearing extremely satisfied.

"How has Itachi been interacting with Izumi lately?"

Shimizu asked.

White Dove did not stay