Countdown to the Border Trip: Bringing Bricks to Stir Up Something Big?

Of course Ye didn't dare say that. He could only put on an innocent face that said, "I don't know why you're crying, but I'm deeply shaken," and blink awkwardly.

[Ding! Heartache Points from Uchiha Yehuo: +999!]

[Ding! Recognition Points from Uchiha Yehuo: +999!]

Before Ye could speak, Yehuo abruptly raised his rough hand and wiped away the tears on his face, then took a deep breath.

He strode forward, crouched halfway down, and clamped Ye's shoulders with two bear-paw-like hands. The force was so great that he nearly pressed Ye straight into the ground.

"Ye, don't say anything!"

Three parts pity, three parts fanaticism, and four parts self-righteous emotion filled Yehuo's eyes.

"Big Brother understands you! From now on, Big Brother will carry all the hardships nobody knows about for you!"

Yehuo clenched his teeth and suddenly straightened up.

The face of a living demon king who had been desperately trying to talk him out of it a moment ago now underwent an instant, dramatic transformation.

"With your current strength, you're fully qualified to roam outside the village!"

"You can go wherever you want outside the village!"

"Big Brother will handle everything about getting you out!"

Now it was Ye's turn to be stunned.

He had thought that even after showing off Chunin-level strength, he would at least need to put in some effort to convince this stubborn mule.

He had not expected the other man's imagination to be this wild.

But for an ungraduated student to leave the village without permission was a serious crime.

"Brother Yehuo, don't we need to report to the Hokage Building before taking me out?"

Ye was genuinely a little confused.

"Report? The Hokage Building?"

Hearing those words, Yehuo gave a cold laugh.

He stood perfectly straight, his chin slightly raised.

The arrogance carved into the bones of the Uchiha Clan surfaced on his face.

"Those politicians sitting in offices drinking tea think they can control heaven and earth. Do they think they can control when our Security Force takes a dump too?"

"Konoha's security is decided by the Uchiha!"

Yehuo poked the gunbai clan crest on his chest, leaned closer to Ye, and lowered his voice, carrying the wild air of a big brother about to take him flying.

"We'll go directly through our internal patrol route!"

"I'll casually fill out a slip for 'tracking spies' and bring you in under the excuse of 'taking a rookie to investigate a case.'"

"When those guards at the gate see our badge and clan crest, they won't dare make a peep!"

"If anyone dares stop us, I'll slap them across the face!"

He was outrageously arrogant, completely disregarding Konoha's village rules.

Ye could only marvel inwardly, unable to suppress the curl of his lips.

This was a massive win from borrowing strength to strike with strength. Pulling Yehuo into the plan had indeed been a brilliant move.

Power was divided by class. The Hokage faction had the ANBU, while the Uchiha had the Security Force.

This was the best legitimate route for breaking through Konoha's defenses and reaching the border battlefield.

"Then I'll be relying entirely on you, Brother Yehuo!"

Ye nodded decisively.

"Tomorrow morning at six. We leave before dawn! Meet at the abandoned sentry post east of the south gate. Go back and pack your Ninja Tools!"

Yehuo made the decision with swift efficiency.

The two split up at the street corner.

Ye happily slipped home, while Yehuo immediately turned around and charged toward Security Force headquarters.

Ten minutes later, on the top floor of the Security Force building.

The clan leader's office was brightly lit.

Behind a broad solid-wood desk, Uchiha Fugaku sat upright.

His left hand tightly held down a funding adjustment report while his right held a brush, his brows tightly furrowed.

The document under his hand had just been delivered from the Hokage Building.

Those politicians had once again found some high-sounding excuse to forcibly cut the quota for Explosive Tags and high-grade Ninja Tools for the second half of the year.

Combined with the Elder throwing a tantrum at the meeting during the day and Hiruzen Sarutobi's old fox's fake smile, every single matter was a headache.

Caught in the middle, Fugaku walked a tightrope every day.

Bang!

The heavy solid-wood doors were kicked open, making even the doorframe shake.

Without even knocking or removing his sword, Yehuo stormed in with dust scraped from his boots trailing across the floor.

He planted both hands on the edge of the desk and blurted out, "Clan Leader, tomorrow morning I'm taking Uchiha Ye out of the village."

"We'll use the patrol route, take a stroll around the border for some special training, and catch a few wandering criminals while we're at it."

Fugaku's mind was filled with how to demand funding from the higher-ups, so he did not process the words at all.

Without even looking up, he dipped the brush into ink and waved a hand impatiently.

"Mm, got it. Go collect double the Explosive Tags from logistics, then get out."

"Thank you, Clan Leader!"

Yehuo left cleanly and decisively.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Fugaku's hand holding the brush abruptly froze in midair.

A drop of thick ink stretched from the brush tip before splattering onto the classified dossier, staining a large patch black.

His overworked brain finally processed those four absolutely unignorable words.

Uchiha Ye?!

"Stop!"

Fugaku suddenly looked up.

Crack!

He crushed the wolf-hair brush in his hand!

He slammed the desk and sprang to his feet, moving so violently that he kicked the high-backed chair behind him flying.

With a loud crash, the chair smashed onto the floor.

Violent Chakra instantly swept through the entire room.

"Uchiha Yehuo! Is your brain full of shit?!"

Fugaku's roar bombarded the office, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.

He rounded the desk and pointed at Yehuo's nose as he cursed.

"Who the fuck are you taking out of the village? Uchiha Ye?!"

"He's the only precious seedling our entire clan has just unearthed!"

"A six-year-old with a One-Tomoe!"

"He's a once-in-a-century monster the clan is counting on to break the deadlock!"

Fugaku's spit flew everywhere, directly giving Yehuo a face wash. His voice was terrifyingly hoarse.

"You're taking a seven-year-old first-year student to wander around the border?"

"Do you have any idea what kind of mess it is outside right now?!"

"If you run into an Iwagakure assassination squad, can you guarantee his safety?!"

"If he so much as scrapes his skin..."

Fugaku's molars ground together with loud cracks. "How many lives are you going to use to compensate for that?!"

"Cancel it immediately! If you dare take him one step outside the village, I'll skin you alive!"

Faced with this storm of fury, Yehuo did not falter. Instead, his back straightened even further.

He neither dodged nor retreated. Meeting Fugaku's murderous gaze, he took a deep breath.

Then, in an exceptionally calm tone packed with maximum destructive power, he dropped a massive bomb.

"Clan Leader."

Yehuo spoke each word slowly and steadily.

"Ye isn't a One-Tomoe at all."

The roaring in the office stopped abruptly, like a duck being strangled.

The curse in Fugaku's throat got stuck there, and his expression froze on the spot.

"What... the fuck did you say?"

Fugaku's voice cracked outright.

"I said that Ye showed me his Two-Tomoe just now."

With an indifferent expression, Yehuo casually made an utterly lethal display of confidence.

"And his Chakra reserves have probably already reached Peak Chunin."

Fugaku was dumbfounded. All the rage had vanished from his face, leaving only pure, extreme shock.

His eyes trembled violently, and his cheek muscles twitched wildly.

His mouth opened and closed, yet he could not force out even a single syllable.

Seven years old!

Two-Tomoe!

Chunin-level Chakra!

Was that something a human being could fucking do?!

Fugaku's legs gave out, and he dropped back onto the overturned leather chair.

His entire being fell into a state of existential doubt.

Meanwhile, inside a small house in the Uchiha compound.

Ye was happily squatting on the floor, taking inventory of his supplies.

He slipped the system-exclusive [Top-Grade Indestructible Red Brick] into the deepest part of his Ninja Tools pouch.

This concept-level defensive tool, absurd enough to directly reflect even a Tailed Beast Ball, was his greatest source of confidence for causing chaos at the border.

Ye raised his head and looked at the deep night outside the window.

Only two days remained before Sakumo stepped into that doomed situation.