In his room, Seiichi looked in the mirror at his once shoulder-length hair, which now spilled over his shoulders.
He cut it short again, leaving about ten centimeters, and casually tied it into a little ponytail, with a few strands hanging naturally over the right side of his forehead.
He looked from side to side. Yeah, not bad.
With a face like his, Seiichi figured he would look good even with his hair loose.
He quickly washed up, changed into fresh clothes, and put on the blue, high-collared robe exclusive to the Uchiha Clan over everything.
When he went downstairs, he happened to see Fugaku just coming through the door.
Fugaku rarely ate lunch at home, usually eating at the Konoha Military Police Force instead.
But today was Seiichi's birthday, so whether Seiichi came home or not, he had come back for lunch.
Fugaku was startled by Seiichi's new appearance. As though something had occurred to him, he was just about to speak.
Then he saw Seiichi nod at him, as if Seiichi knew what he wanted to ask.
A flash of red then passed through Seiichi's eyes.
Fugaku, who had caught that detail, did everything he could to suppress the joy welling up deep inside him.
After the five of them finished a pleasant meal, Seiichi told Fugaku that everything could wait until tonight.
Then he took his two little brothers out to buy clothes.
In his own case, it went without saying that he had to buy some. Otherwise, he would have nothing to wear.
Shisui and Itachi also needed to buy some larger clothes in advance.
According to Seiichi's plan, after himself...
He would first arrange it for Shisui, Itachi, Fugaku, and Mikoto.
They could all discuss what to do about everyone else together.
Now that they had him, the Uchiha Clan was already in an unbeatable position.
Once Shisui and the other three had grown stronger, even if he carved the faces on Hokage Rock into Tom and Jerry versions, the Uchiha could weather the consequences.
Hmm? Tom and Jerry?!
That actually sounds pretty good.
Good idea. Worth writing down.
The three arrived at a clothing shop on Konoha's main street run by a member of the Uchiha Clan. The Uchiha emblem was in the lower right corner of its sign.
"Hello, Young Clan Leader! Second Young Master, Shisui, have you eaten?"
On his ninth birthday, Seiichi had been appointed the Uchiha Clan's Young Clan Leader by Fugaku at a clan meeting, with unanimous approval.
By now, the three of them were famous throughout Konoha, let alone among their own clansmen.
"Uncle Tumu, you don't have many styles here."
Seiichi frowned a little at the same few styles of clothing repeated throughout the shop.
"Young Clan Leader, if you have any ideas, just tell me. I'll make them right away."
The shop's owner, Uchiha Tumu, knew that their Young Clan Leader was extremely clever and full of ideas.
From Seiichi's tone, he knew that Seiichi must have a good idea.
He, Tumu, was going to get rich!!!
"Don't resist."
Seiichi activated his Three-Tomoe Sharingan and drew Tumu into a genjutsu.
Tumu was delighted. Seiichi had used this same form of genjutsu to teach their clansmen about the food that had become so wildly popular.
He absolutely had to seize this immense windfall!
The Japanese anime Seiichi had watched the most thoroughly in his previous life were Dragon Ball, Bleach, Naruto, One Piece, and Saint Seiya.
The high-level Cloths in Saint Seiya were indeed ridiculously cool, but Tumu definitely could not make them.
Cloths made from ordinary metal would be useless, and their weight would seriously hamper a ninja's speed.
Chakra metal might work, but with the originals out there, armor that could only conduct chakra seemed decidedly second-rate.
Besides, chakra metal was outrageously expensive! Ordinary people could not afford it.
Rather than waste it on a full suit of armor, they would be better off making a few more good weapons for their clansmen.
He could summon a giant mecha anyway, so he hardly needed that little bit of defense!
So he dropped the idea.
The cloaks and so-called shihakushō in Bleach were really just ordinary coats and Japanese-style kimono, both of which already existed in this world.
So he showed Tumu all the particularly stylish or useful outfits from Dragon Ball.
He also showed him the various suits worn by the CP groups in One Piece, among other things.
He only remembered tiny bits and pieces of other anime.
For example, the Shinsengumi uniforms from Gintama.
Among these, Seiichi pointed to one of Son Goku's martial arts uniforms and told Tumu that this kind of training outfit was ideal for practice, allowing much greater freedom of movement and breathability.
They could offer it in several more colors.
Next, he showed him some of the latest Saiyan battle suits without shoulder armor, emphasizing their excellent stretch and protective capabilities.
Compared with the green ninja flak jackets, the Saiyan battle suits without shoulder armor were indeed much better.
He asked Tumu to see what he could do.
Finally, there were all the modern outfits from Dragon Ball.
Tumu excitedly declared that he would make these clothes according to the Young Clan Leader's instructions and release them as soon as possible.
Worried that Tumu might not remember everything, Seiichi thoughtfully fixed the genjutsu in Tumu's mind so that he could view it whenever he wanted.
A simple memory genjutsu like this, casually applied by Seiichi, could last for years as long as the recipient did not resist.
Since there were no clothes to his liking, he would just pick up a few sets for now.
Tumu also took Seiichi's measurements and said he would make Seiichi's clothes first for him to look over.
The three walked along the street, each carrying a bag of clothes.
As news of their imminent victory in the war spread through the village, along with faint speculation that the war itself might end, the lifeless atmosphere that had hung over the village was swept away.
The villagers now seemed to have been infused with new energy.
The three also bought some fried skewers, desserts, and other snacks, eating as they walked.
Itachi and Shisui were both full and could not eat much.
Seiichi stuffed his mouth with big bites as though he had never eaten lunch.
Their leisurely outing did not last long, however.
The three had just turned onto another street.
They spotted someone acting suspiciously.
The man drew the attention of all three.
Neither Seiichi nor the other two had any intention of hiding, and the man noticed them too.
He looked at the conspicuous fan emblems on Seiichi and the others' clothes, red on top and white below, and at their faces.
His face instantly flushed, presumably from excitement.
The man charged straight at them.
Shisui barely reacted. His big brother was here-a Mangekyō Sharingan wielder. A small fry like this could be dealt with by a mere glare.
Although Itachi trusted Seiichi too, he was still a little nervous and instinctively drew a kunai, taking a defensive stance.
Seiichi's reaction was simple: he kept stuffing food into his mouth. If he did not hurry, it would get cold and affect the taste.
Seeing their reactions, the man felt rather disdainful. Konoha sure knows how to boast. These three are scared stiff, and they call them the three Uchiha prodigies? Pah!
These are the Sharingan, famous throughout the Shinobi World!
Once I capture them and return to Kumogakure, I'll not only get a promotion and a raise, but become a hero of Kumogakure too. Then all those girls will... hehehehe.
No, I can't keep thinking about it. I'm going to drool.
Watching the man's constantly changing expression, Seiichi knew that this fellow had started dreaming.
Daydreaming was bad-at least it was bad for one's health-so Seiichi decisively activated his Sharingan and gave the man a binding genjutsu with an extra helping at no extra charge.
Then the three watched as the man's eyes rolled back and he pitched headfirst to the ground.
Because he had been moving too fast, he did not stop where he fell. Instead, he braked with his upper body and face, scraping all the way to their feet.
They looked at the somewhat bloody stretch of road behind the man.
All three of their faces twitched involuntarily.
They did not even need to try it themselves. Just looking made their own faces hurt in some inexplicable way!
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