He had more or less fulfilled his duty as an older brother.
Although ninja held an extremely high status in this world, most of the time, they had little control over their own lives. Wartime aside, even during periods when no war had broken out among the Five Great Nations, ninja still had to carry out many high-intensity missions. The stronger and higher-ranked the ninja, the more so it was.
As a result, they truly did not have much time to spend with their families.
Going by the original owner's memories, ever since Shōji had graduated from the Ninja Academy and stepped onto the battlefield, he had spent very little time at home. Much of that time had also been devoted to his own training, making it difficult to find time to accompany his family.
When Yang and Saki had been even younger, there had been times when they had not seen Shōji for so long that they treated him like a stranger.
With the matters between the clan and the village about to demand even more of his attention, Shōji would have even less time to spend with his family. These few days after returning from the battlefield and before joining the Anbu were therefore an especially precious period of rest.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
In the backyard of their newly relocated home, Shōji stood in a fitted black ninja outfit, his hands clasped behind his back. He watched his younger brother, Uchiha Yang, throw shuriken one after another, each striking the bullseye with perfect accuracy. A faint smile appeared on his face.
"Brother, Brother, did you see that? Every single one hit the bullseye!"
Yang immediately turned around and waved excitedly at Shōji, his face clearly saying, 'Hurry up and praise me!'
"Mm, it looks like Little Yang has