What If He's the Hokage? I'll Get You Justice!

Space warped for an instant, and a figure took shape within the distortion. The hem of his robe still fluttered as a gust lifted the dead leaves at his feet, then let them fall.

The figure stood still, hands in his pockets, whistling cheerfully.

"Uchiha Yongye!"

Mechuan Riko screamed. Her body sprang back on instinct, her sandals gouging two deep tracks through the dirt before her back struck her father's shoulder.

Her gold-rimmed glasses slid down her nose and dangled from one ear.

The two hired ninja were elite, and their reactions were lightning-fast.

The burly man on the left drew his Ninja Blade the instant Riko screamed. Its edge traced an arc in the sunlight, its tip pointing straight at Yongye.

The tall, thin man on the right had already formed Hand Seals. Chakra gathered at his fingertips, ready to unleash.

Then they heard the words "Uchiha Yongye."

The Ninja Blade stopped in midair. The hands forming seals froze before the thin man's chest.

It was as if both men had been paralyzed. Every motion of attack stopped at once.

They had heard that name before.

He had beaten Danzo, slaughtered Root ninja, broken all five limbs of the Hokage's son, and forced the Third Hokage to yield...

Every rumor about this young Uchiha came down to one thing: if they did not attack, they might survive. If they did, they were dead!

The Mechuan Steward spun around and spread his arms in front of his daughter. His straw hat flew off, revealing a plump face drenched in sweat.

His mouth hung open as he gasped for breath. The fat on his belly quivered beneath his coarse shirt.

"Whatever you do, don't attack!"

His voice was high and urgent. As he shouted, he glared fiercely at the two hired