Uchiha Jun gripped the list of targets for retribution, his fingers slowly tightening.
There were many names on it.
A liaison from the Hokage's Anbu.
A clerk assigned to coordinate the Konoha Military Police Force Reform.
A medical ninja from the Resettlement Zone.
There were even a few people who had once spoken fairly on behalf of the Uchiha in the clan meeting records.
Mixed together, these names looked like a list of enemies they could strike immediately.
But the more Uchiha Jun read, the more conflicted he felt.
The person who had handed him the list was already gone.
Only dim yellow lamplight remained at the end of the corridor.
He should have put the paper away at once and found a few equally dissatisfied young clansmen to discuss it with.
But the words spoken at the clan meeting still rang in his ears.
Anger could be written down.
But it could not be turned straight into the evidence someone else wanted.
Uchiha Jun gritted his teeth, tucked the list into his sleeve, and turned to find Shisui.
He walked quickly the whole way.
Every step felt like he was treading between two competing thoughts.
One told him this was his chance.
The clan had been pushed around for so long. Shisui had nearly had his eyes stolen, and Itachi had nearly been made into someone else's weapon. Were they really supposed to keep writing records, waiting for replies, and watching the Hokage Building's mood?
The other reminded him that if someone else had handed him this paper, then the more he rushed now, the more he would be dancing to their tune.
Uchiha Jun hated that feeling.
He would rather be direct and get it over with.
But after everything had been laid out at the clan meeting,