Plunder

The long sword was about five feet long, shaped like a rice stalk, and entirely black. It looked like an elongated katana, though its blade was wider than that of an ordinary katana.

Judging from its shape, it was a miaodao.

Other than the pitch-black color of the blade, the sword looked utterly unremarkable.

"Actually, I never intended to kill him from the beginning. He is the head of a clan, after all, and a prominent ninja in the village. Killing him would be improper."

As Shu spoke, the tip of his sword slowly pointed behind Shisui. "But since he chose to attack me, he has to leave something behind. Otherwise, anyone will dare to come trample on me in the future. Wouldn't that make me look pathetic?"

"This..."

Shisui wanted to persuade him further, but Shu's Three Tomoe had already begun to spin.

It seemed that if he dared say another word, the other party would activate his Mangekyo.

Seeing this, Shisui fell silent for a moment and quietly retreated two steps.

He had seen Shu's Mangekyō ability before. If he had to describe it, it was extraordinarily troublesome!

Without space-time Ninjutsu, no one present could pose even the slightest threat to Shu. Whatever Shu wanted to do, no one could stop him.

Most importantly, as someone who also possessed the Mangekyō Sharingan, Shisui knew full well that the Mangekyō's power was not limited to its ocular techniques.

There was also Susanoo, known as the third power!

If the other party unleashed Susanoo within the clan grounds, it would be a devastating blow to everyone present!

Seeing Shisui yield, Uchiha Inabi's expression changed. He was about to step forward when Shisui grabbed him.

Shisui shook his head solemnly at Inabi without saying anything more.

As the strongest among the Uchiha younger generation, Shisui held great prestige within the clan and was deeply trusted by its members. There were even rumors that he had already become the strongest Uchiha.

Though he usually acted like an overly nice guy and treated everyone with kindness, once he became serious, no one dared step forward to question him.

Shu walked toward Fugaku with his sword in hand.

Influenced by Shisui, most people hesitated and stepped aside. Tekka gritted his teeth and still wanted to persist, but Fugaku's voice sounded beside him.

"Tekka, stand down."

Fugaku patted Tekka's shoulder and took two steps forward.

The blurred vision caused by Shu's earlier Seabed Descent had already cleared. He looked at Shu before him with a complicated expression.

How wonderful would it have been if this were his son?

Looking into the other party's indifferent eyes, that thought suddenly arose in Fugaku's heart.

Honestly, Shu completely fulfilled every fantasy he had ever had about an ideal son.

Handsome, powerful, proud, intelligent.

He even felt that if the person before him were his child, he would be willing to accept it even if that child killed him with his own hands.

Unfortunately, Shu was not.

Not only was he not, but he had also beaten Fugaku's son—and Fugaku himself as well.

Swish, swish, swish...

A chaotic cluster of blade flashes suddenly swept toward him, and Fugaku's heart clenched.

The night wind brushed past him, chilling his sweat-soaked back. In the dark, it felt as though something was drifting away from him.

Yet several seconds passed, and the agonizing pain he had imagined never arrived. Fugaku lowered his head in confusion, only to discover that he had not suffered the slightest injury.

"What... is going on? Why am I..."

"This is my blade of kindness. It does not hurt people."

It just likes stealing things...

Shu silently added in his heart. Supporting the blade with his left hand, he idly toyed with the black sword. "Sasuke and I are classmates, after all. I can't exactly make him lose his father."

Upon hearing that, Fugaku let out a long sigh of relief, though his mood remained complicated.

Thinking of the arrogant attitude he had shown earlier, and how he had even used force to suppress a child, Shu's actions now filled him with shame.

Fugaku felt that he had not only lost in strength, but had also suffered a crushing defeat in magnanimity.

"Thank you for showing mercy."

Fugaku gave Uchiha Shu a slight bow.

Look at that, he even had to thank me!

Shu gave him a faintly amused glance, his eyes carrying a profound meaning.

The long sword he used was his second birthday gift: Usurper Marquis.

Every slash could steal a concept from its target.

He had just cut Fugaku three times.

Those three strikes had respectively stolen Fugaku's sexual desire, sexual fetish, and sexual orientation.

Shu had first stolen Fugaku's sexual desire, fundamentally castrating him mentally.

However, considering that physical instincts were not affected by the mind, he had simply plundered Fugaku's sexual fetish and sexual orientation as well. He planned to bestow them on some stray dog by the roadside later.

With a wave of his hand, Shu made the long sword vanish into thin air. "Have someone fix the steps at my door tomorrow."

Having said that, he ignored everyone's complicated stares and turned to leave.

"Whew..."

Only after Shu shut the door did Shisui finally let out a long breath, his heart settling back into place. "I knew it. Shu is still kind at heart."

"Is... is that so?" Inabi glanced at the blood on Fugaku's face, and the corner of his mouth twitched awkwardly.

"This conflict began because of me. I apologize for making everyone witness such an embarrassing scene."

Fugaku wiped the blood from his forehead and spoke in a deep voice. "However, the truth has proven that I do not possess the magnanimity required to bear the responsibilities of clan head. Therefore, at the next clan meeting, I will resign from my position as clan head and allow everyone to select a new one."

"What?"

"There's no need for that, Captain!" Uchiha Inabi tried to dissuade him. "This cannot all be blamed on you. Everyone saw how arrogant that brat was. Even I wanted to beat him up."

Then why didn't you go up just now?

Yakumi could not help mocking him inwardly.

Not to mention how miserably Fugaku had been beaten, the terrifying chakra emanating from Shu alone was enough to make people shrink back in fear.

The clan's two publicly acknowledged strongest members—Fugaku had been brutally beaten, while Shisui had chosen to yield. That meant Shu's strength was definitely not something they could handle simply by swarming him.

If they had truly attacked, it would most likely have turned into—there are so many of us; you might not be able to kill us all before your chakra runs dry!

If word got out, the Uchiha's thousand-year reputation would probably scatter in a single day...

"That's enough. My decision is final."

Fugaku shook his head, his figure seeming somewhat desolate.

No matter what, being pinned to the ground and beaten by a six-year-old brat had dealt him far too great a blow.

Itachi and Sasuke must be disappointed in me as their father, right?

And Mikoto...

Forget it. Mikoto's thoughts do not matter.

For some reason, that thought surfaced in Fugaku's mind, making his footsteps pause slightly before he could not help giving a bitter smile.

It seemed he had truly been hit too hard. He had become so dispirited that he had fallen to this state.

At a time like this, he should have needed the support of the person beside his pillow even more.

As he thought of this, Tekka's figure, defending him just now, suddenly flashed through Fugaku's mind for some reason.

Come to think of it, I really caused Tekka trouble this time...