The same thing, different outcomes

He walked slowly towards the old woman, his tone tinged with approval. "It seems our Military Police Force are becoming increasingly outstanding. They handled that scene just now cleanly and efficiently, without any hesitation."

He paused, his gaze shifting to the departing Uchiha Military Police Force, and continued, "Since they increased their night patrols, the security situation here has improved significantly. Before, there would be occasional minor disturbances, but now we hardly see any of that."

The old lady smiled with relief upon hearing this.

She nodded and said with emotion, "Yes, with them around, we small shops can do business with peace of mind. Their decisive methods and amazing efficiency are truly admirable."

The bathhouse owner chimed in, "Moreover, I've noticed that they've become increasingly friendly towards us residents lately. Whenever they pass by, they always greet us warmly and ask if we're having any trouble."

The old lady nodded in agreement. During this period, the happiness index of the people in the Uchiha Clan Compound had risen rapidly.

The two stood in front of the izakaya, watching the Uchiha Military Police Force gradually disappear into the night, their hearts filled with gratitude and pride.

They knew that with the existence of such a force, the safety and order of the Uchiha Clan Compound could be guaranteed, and the residents' lives could be so peaceful and harmonious.

As the Military Police Force disappeared into the night, the bathhouse owner said goodbye to the old lady and turned back to his shop.

The old lady sighed softly, composed herself, and returned to the izakaya to begin cleaning.

Although there were some minor incidents tonight, everything has returned to normal with the help of the Military Police Force.

The old woman's heart was filled with hope for the future and deep respect for these young ninjas.

Under the cover of night, with a gentle breeze blowing, Uchiha Yashiro and his team continued their patrol mission after dealing with the emergency at the izakaya.

The bright moonlight shone on their shoulders, outlining a resolute and composed formation.

The atmosphere within the group was more harmonious than before, and their steps became lighter.

A young member in the center of the team followed Yashiro with his eyes, which shone with eager anticipation for the future.

He quickened his pace, walked up behind Captain Yashiro, and said with slight excitement, "Captain, I think things are really good like this."

Yashiro turned his head and looked at the young team member with a questioning gaze, signaling him to continue.

The team member took a deep breath and continued, "Since we left Konoha's Military Police Force and no longer have to endure the villagers' criticism and reprimands, I've felt an unprecedented sense of relief. Here, we don't have to bear that unnecessary pressure, nor do we have to worry about being complained about."

He paused, looking around at the familiar territory, his eyes revealing satisfaction and pride. "Returning to our homeland, we felt the understanding and support of our people. They showed great respect for our work, and this feeling is truly precious."

Yashiro listened to his teammate's heartfelt words, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

He knew how important it was for these young team members to work in an environment full of love and recognition.

Away from the villagers' unwarranted insults and abuse, freed from the pressure of complaints, and shunned the trivialities and family squabbles, the team members—no, even those in high positions—felt an unprecedented sense of ease.

In this atmosphere, everyone put aside their grievances, became highly motivated, and gradually created a positive cycle.

He gently patted the team member on the shoulder, his tone full of affirmation. "Yes, our tasks are different now, but equally important. Protecting our people and our land is our inescapable responsibility, and having the support and understanding of our people is our greatest motivation."

The Yashiro changed the subject, "Although our workload has indeed lightened recently, we must not let our guard down. We must be prepared for battle at any time. At the chief's command, we will be fully prepared."

"Yes!" The young team member nodded vigorously, and the other team members also nodded in agreement, their eyes shining with determination. They knew that whether in Konoha or in the Uchiha clan's territory, their mission as ninjas had never changed.

The patrol continued, their figures appearing even more resolute under the moonlight.

Coincidentally, while the Yashiro was on patrol, a similar disturbance occurred in Konoha, also at an izakaya (Japanese pub), but the outcome was completely different.

As night deepened, on the outskirts of Konoha, an ordinary izakaya (Japanese pub) was brightly lit, yet a tense atmosphere permeated the air.

Three drunk men sat in a corner. After several rounds of drinks, their eyes were glazed, their faces were flushed, and they had lost their usual rationality in their speech.

They staggered to their feet, clearly intending to leave, but seemed to have completely forgotten about paying the bill.

The owner, a middle-aged man, hurriedly stepped forward, his face beaming with a kind smile, trying to remind everyone in the gentlest way possible, "Ladies and gentlemen, your bills haven't been settled yet."

However, before he could finish speaking, one of the drunkards suddenly swung his hand, shoving the boss so hard he almost fell.

The other two burst into laughter, as if it were a fun game.

The shop owner steadied himself, his expression turning serious. He stepped forward again, his tone firm. "Please pay your bill in full; it's the shop's rule."

"Rules? I'll teach you what rules are. My fists are the rules!" But before he could finish speaking, he was met with an even rougher punch.

Caught off guard, the shop owner staggered from the blow and eventually fell to the ground, his glasses shattered and blood streaming from his nose.

The patrons in the izakaya were terrified by what they saw and scattered in all directions. Some hid in the kitchen, while others huddled under the tables, fearing they would become the next target.

"Hahahaha." Seeing this, the three drunkards became even more unrestrained. They swaggered Earth Flow the izakaya, leaving behind a mess and an atmosphere of fear.

Once the drunkards had completely disappeared into the night, the few remaining guests cautiously peeked out from their hiding places.

They exchanged worried glances, and some went to help the injured owner up. The once warm atmosphere inside the izakaya had been completely destroyed, replaced by an indescribable sense of oppression and unease.