Slacking off? This system wants to lounge around even more than I do

Konoha, the Uchiha Clan Compound.

Before Yan Uchiha returned, the clan had sent people to spruce up his somewhat shabby little courtyard from top to bottom.

That was only natural.

Since Kagami Uchiha's death, the Uchiha had produced just this one precious prodigy.

No amount of pampering was too much.

The Mangekyō Sharingan was the Uchiha's lifeblood and their ultimate trump card.

They were also afraid of thoroughly alienating Yan Uchiha. If the kid turned around and threw in with the Hokage, they would be screwed.

So even though Yan Uchiha had not sided with them, even the Radical Faction members who disliked him most had not dared make trouble for him over things like this.

Exactly!

Their name might have sounded fierce.

In reality, they were just a bunch of cowards.

No matter how loudly they shouted, it was all empty bluster.

Surely they knew they had long since made a mortal enemy of Yan Uchiha?

Back before Yan Uchiha had risen to prominence, they had cut off his survivor's pension, withheld his relief funds, and denied him every last scrap of the clan's resources.

At the end of the day.

They were already enemies. The odds of winning him over were pitifully low, practically nonexistent.

But what could they do?

They still did not dare stir up trouble or openly fall out with Yan Uchiha!

Everything Fugaku proposed, whether it was a share of the clan's business revenues, the position of chief of the Konoha Military Police Force, an elder's seat, or elevation to the main lineage—

Every proposal passed unanimously!

That was how much clout the words "Mangekyō Sharingan" carried.

"Mm, not bad."

"Now this is a comfortable life."

"This is how people ought to live. Fighting and killing all day is so damn boring."

"Comfortable. Just