As they passed the hiding place of the Sunagakure trio, Madara Uchiha glanced at the three of them sneaking looks their way. Shingetsu, who had been happily munching on daifuku in his arms, noticed the little gesture and looked up curiously.
"Master, what's wrong?"
Madara withdrew his gaze, turning his attention away from the three brats who were plainly shinobi from another country. As the Chunin Ninja Exams and the Five Kage Summit drew closer, the Four Great Ninja Villages were planting more and more informants and spies.
"Nothing."
Although that was an obvious lie, Shingetsu had no interest in pressing him. Right now, she cared more about Konoha's newly established departments and where the Uchiha Clan would fit into them.
"Master, which department is the village planning to assign our clansmen to?"
"The Konoha Military Police Force."
The moment she heard that name, Shingetsu stopped eating. She shook her head and set down the daifuku in her hand.
"We should turn it down. Police work doesn't suit us at all."
Though the police force seemed to hold considerable authority, it was really a hot potato. Being a police officer in a mercenary camp where practically everyone was armed-how was that any different from asking for punishment?
No, Konoha's police force didn't even qualify as police. Calling them municipal enforcement officers and prison guards would be more accurate.
The Anbu was already being established. Even if its embryonic form currently seemed to have few duties and little authority, the police force's responsibilities would inevitably overlap with those of the Anbu and Root in the future. Their authority would certainly be carved up then.
Most importantly, earning a good reputation in a job that dealt directly with ordinary people required a temperament as easygoing as Hashirama's. With the Uchiha Clan's prickly,