After fusing the immortal body of Hashirama Senju and unlocking Whitebeard's Conqueror's Haki, Uchiha Yuta left the canyon after a brief training session.
By the time he returned to Konoha Village, the sun was already beginning to set. The golden light bathed the reconstructed Hokage Rock, making the massive faces of the past leaders appear almost lifelike.
"They're efficient," Yuta muttered as he observed the newly restored monument. Then, his eyes narrowed slightly. "No matter how well they repair the surface, it doesn't erase the darkness lurking beneath Konoha's so-called Will of Fire."
Exhaling lightly, Yuta turned and leaped toward the Uchiha Clan District. Due to his recent promotion to Elite Jōnin, Uchiha Fugaku had granted him a few days off, sparing him from duties at the Konoha Military Police Force.
However, as soon as he arrived at the Uchiha compound, a member of the clan's upper ranks intercepted him.
"Uchiha Yuta, the Patriarch has summoned you to a clan meeting," the man informed him in a serious tone, his expression unreadable.
"A clan meeting?" Yuta's lips curled into a knowing smirk. His sharp eyes flickered with understanding. "Got it."
The shinobi nodded and vanished in a blur, leaving Yuta standing there, unfazed.
Half an Hour Later – Uchiha Clan Meeting Hall
The grand hall was filled with Uchiha elites. Uchiha Fugaku, dressed in his ceremonial clan leader robes, sat at the head of the table with his eyes closed, waiting. On either side of him sat the elders and other influential members of the clan, their expressions a mix of curiosity, suspicion, and discontent.
Notably, no one wore the uniforms of the Konoha Military Police Force. Today, this was strictly a clan affair.
"Bring him in," Fugaku finally ordered, breaking the silence.
A murmur passed through the room as Yuta entered. The atmosphere tensed. This gathering was undoubtedly centered around him.
While an Elite Jōnin within the Uchiha clan should have been cause for celebration, there was one glaring issue that many of the elders found troubling—
Yuta had been promoted purely for his prowess in taijutsu.
For a clan that prided itself on the Sharingan, this was a direct contradiction to their ideals. To them, an Uchiha excelling in physical combat alone was an embarrassment.
As Yuta stepped forward, his gaze swept over the gathered elders. He could already anticipate their grievances.
"Since we're doing this…" he murmured under his breath.
Then, without hesitation, he released his presence—his aura surging like an unshakable mountain.
A wave of sheer pressure filled the room. Several elders unconsciously stiffened. The suffocating intensity wasn't chakra-based—it was something else, something far more primal.
"Uchiha Yuta, why have you neglected ninjutsu and the Sharingan?" one of the elders, an aged yet authoritative figure, demanded, his voice sharp with reprimand.
"Indeed! The pride of our clan lies in the Sharingan! A taijutsu specialist? That is nothing more than third-rate!"
"A true Uchiha should focus on unlocking and mastering the Sharingan, not wasting time on trivial physical techniques!"
One after another, the more traditional elders voiced their discontent. Their disdain for Yuta's approach to combat was apparent.
Listening to them, Yuta could only shake his head slightly. The level of blind arrogance and obsession with the Sharingan among certain members of the clan was truly beyond saving.
His gaze flicked toward Fugaku, who remained silent, observing the situation with a calculating expression. Then, Yuta glanced at the quieter faction of the clan—those who had yet to speak.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes.
"Enough," Yuta spoke at last, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable weight.
The elders fell silent, their faces darkening at his disrespectful tone.
"Shut up, you old, senile fools."
A deathly stillness settled over the room.
The gathered elders, who had been so vocal just moments before, stared at him in stunned disbelief. It was as if their voices had been forcefully silenced, as if an invisible hand had clamped over their throats.
The head elder, the very man who had first spoken out against Yuta, turned red with fury, his hands trembling with barely contained rage. Never in his lifetime had he been spoken to in such a way by a junior member of the clan.
But Yuta remained unfazed. His sharp gaze bore into them, his presence towering over them like an unmovable force of nature.
"If you have a problem with how I fight, then prove me wrong. Otherwise, stay silent."
His words carried no arrogance—only an absolute confidence that made it clear he would not be swayed by their outdated beliefs.
For a moment, no one spoke. The weight of Yuta's presence lingered in the air.
Then, slowly, Uchiha Fugaku's lips curled into the faintest smirk.
"Interesting."
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