Three People Make a Tiger: A Sick Leave Becomes a Terminal Illness

The little prodigy who possessed the Three-Tomoe Sharingan at thirteen in the original story was no joke.

Izumi, however, held a very low status within the clan. Hardly anyone taught her how to properly use the Sharingan, leaving her with excellent innate abilities but unable to bring out much of her strength.

"Fuse."

It had originally been an ordinary fusion, but Yan had not expected it to hit him this hard.

"Ugh..."

The instant their ocular powers merged, that swelling sensation in Yan's eyes struck again. It gradually spread from his eyes, as if it were about to take over his brain as well.

The sudden change made Yan grunt. His body swayed, and blood seeped from the corners of his eyes.

"Captain, what's wrong?"

Izumi, who had been wiping down and organizing the cabinets, heard the commotion behind her. When she turned around, she was scared half to death.

Yan had stood up, but he was bent over with both hands pressing hard against the desk. His body tilted as though he could not steady himself and was about to fall.

What made Izumi's heart pound even harder was the blood covering Yan's face. Veins bulged from his forehead one after another, twitching like wriggling earthworms.

"Captain, don't scare me."

Izumi threw aside what she was holding and rushed over to support Yan.

What she had not expected was for Yan to collapse the moment he had something to lean on.

Startled, Izumi had no time to think of anything else and hurriedly caught him in her arms.

Her small body supported Yan as she anxiously called out for help.

Unfortunately, Clan Head Fugaku was bringing his guards and his son Itachi to the Police Department.

He had brought Itachi here today in hopes that he would quickly familiarize himself with the Police Department's layout and affairs, so he could take over Shisui's position.

But the moment they reached the second floor, they heard Izumi's cries. Fugaku immediately rushed inside with the others.

"Clan Head, the captain seems to be sick."

When Fugaku led a group of people running in, Izumi felt as if she had seen a ray of hope.

As for Itachi, she could not spare him any attention right now.

Compared to the Itachi she secretly loved, Izumi was more worried about Yan's condition.

"This is..."

Fugaku strode forward, supported Yan, and helped him sit back down in his chair.

Seeing Yan's face covered in blood, Fugaku froze. This looked exactly like the reaction he had after overusing his Mangekyō Sharingan and exhausting too much ocular power.

Of course, overusing the Three-Tomoe Sharingan could also injure the eyes and cause bleeding.

Had Yan already awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan?

Fugaku could not help but suspect it, but he quickly dismissed the thought and instructed Izumi, "He's fine. He just overused the Sharingan and exhausted too much ocular power. He'll recover after resting for a while. Go fetch some water."

"Okay."

Hearing Fugaku say that, Izumi finally let out the breath she had been holding.

"Wait."

Before Izumi could leave the office, Fugaku sternly warned her, as well as his guards and son.

"No one is to know about this. I'll issue an announcement later."

"Yes."

Fugaku's sudden change in expression made Izumi, who already felt tremendous pressure before the clan head, tremble twice. She quickly lowered her head and agreed.

Seeing this, the two guards and Itachi hurriedly promised that they would not reveal a single word about what had happened today.

"Clan Head, I'm already fine."

For the dignified clan head to personally look after someone, it had to be said that Fugaku could still put aside his status when necessary.

Only after the intense stimulation and swelling gradually faded did Yan slowly recover. He felt that something had changed in his eyes.

"You should go home and rest first. Izumi will take care of you. Come back to work after you've recovered."

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Fugaku patted Yan on the shoulder and said earnestly, "I'll tell everyone that you've taken sick leave. Understand?"

Sick leave?

I don't need rest. Besides, this wasn't caused by overusing the Sharingan. It happened because my Sharingan's ocular power increased too much.

Just as he was about to explain, Yan paused. He seemed to understand Fugaku's intentions.

So he nodded, indicating that he understood.

I, Uchiha Yan, am sick. Very sick. I need to rest at home, and I need someone to take care of me.

Seeing that the clan head and captain had finished talking, Izumi timidly raised her hand. "Clan Head, am I the one taking care of the captain?"

"Yes."

Fugaku nodded solemnly and instructed Izumi, "Yan is important to the clan. He is an important member of the clan. I hope you can take on this important task. Can you do it?"

"I..."

After struggling with it for a while, Izumi could only nod in the end.

The clan head had personally entrusted such an important task to her. Uchiha Izumi had to put in every ounce of effort to take good care of the captain. She could not let down the clan head's trust.

After arranging everything, Fugaku left with the others.

Izumi felt somewhat reluctant.

She had finally run into Itachi, yet they had not exchanged a single word. Itachi had not even looked at her twice. It left Izumi feeling dejected and disappointed.

When he arrived at the chief's office, Fugaku ordered someone to take Itachi downstairs to familiarize him with the Police Department's duties, then issued an announcement to the public.

The announcement immediately caused quite a stir.

"Captain Uchiha Yan is sick? Is it serious?"

"It sounds pretty serious. They say his face was covered in blood and he scared the new recruits half to death."

"Do you think it could be Bloodline Disease?"

Sometimes, possessing a bloodline limit envied by countless shinobi was not necessarily a good thing. Clans with bloodline limits were often accompanied by Bloodline Disease, and even a clan like the Uchiha was no exception.

The Hyuga clan was also plagued by Bloodline Disease.

Some of the more severely affected clan members had even suffered degeneration of their eyes.

Rumors spread from mouth to mouth, and three men could make a tiger. It had clearly been an announcement about taking sick leave, but with no one stopping the gossip, the story became more and more outrageous. Some were even saying that Yan was bedridden, afflicted with Bloodline Disease, and on the verge of death.

"Captain, get some good rest. I'll clean up first."

Even if Yan usually tidied up, a house occupied by one person could never be all that clean.

Izumi felt that she should shoulder the responsibility she had been given, so she rolled up her sleeves and began cleaning.

"..."

Lying in bed and watching the petite figure bustling about, Yan had wanted to say that he was fine and that the house did not need any special cleaning.

But seeing Izumi's earnest expression and boundless enthusiasm, the words in his heart caught in his throat.

After thinking it over, Yan simply let Izumi do as she pleased.

Not long after, the Third Squad, having finished their patrol, charged into Yan's house.

The hot-tempered Zhiyan cursed as he walked, "That bastard Uchiha Feng. I knew he was unreliable. The captain is sick, and it's this serious, yet he actually took leave to rest."

Still cursing, Zhiyan led the others into Yan's room.

When they saw Yan sitting on the bed reading, perfectly fine, they all froze.

Wasn't the captain supposed to be suffering from Bloodline Disease, seriously ill, and close to dying?

He looked no different from usual.

Yan slowly raised his head, his sharp gaze sweeping over Zhiyan. Zhiyan instinctively shrank his neck and immediately wanted to back out.