"Again with the Flight Technique?"
Yuhara glanced at the latest set of three rewards. Although he was happy, he remained calm.
After all, this was the second time in one day that he'd received a system draw. The excitement just wasn't there anymore—and besides, this time's rewards weren't nearly as extravagant as the first.
Last time, he got Glorious Evolution—a passive ability that guaranteed his Sharingan could evolve into the Mangekyō. That alone was enough to secure his future potential.
What could really get him excited now would be something truly high-tier… but that was just a fantasy. Right now, he still hadn't even activated Glorious Evolution. Dreaming of greater things was pointless. What mattered was handling the problems right in front of him.
As for this new draw? The options were easy enough to weigh.
Being an Uchiha, Yuhara already specialized in Fire Style. So the Blazing Flame technique was an easy pass.
Sure, it sounded powerful, but he had other options. For instance, he could easily learn Great Fire Annihilation—one of the Uchiha clan's signature techniques.
That jutsu packed plenty of destructive force, and like most Fire Style jutsu, its power scaled directly with the amount of chakra poured into it.
Howling Wind, on the other hand, was more tempting. Yuhara didn't currently have a Wind affinity, so gaining a Wind Style jutsu would expand his elemental arsenal.
Still, nothing compared to the allure of flying freely through the air.
And with Flight Technique showing up a second time, he figured it would be foolish not to take it.
There was no debate. He picked Flight Technique.
The ability to fly was far too rare in the ninja world. Unless you were someone like Pain or Ōnoki, no one could match you in aerial mobility.
Once night fell, Yuhara rushed to the forest behind the Uchiha compound to test the technique in private.
He had to admit—the feeling of flight was incredible.
But he also noticed that it wasn't exactly chakra-efficient.
At his current level, he could fly slowly for about an hour. If he pushed to full speed, he'd burn out in under five minutes.
"Still, this is more than enough for now," he murmured.
Even with its limits, Flight Technique gave him a solid life-saving tool. In this world, few could fly—if he needed to escape, there were very few who could give chase.
After a few careful tests, Yuhara quietly returned home. No need to attract unwanted attention.
The next morning, he set off early. He was headed for the mission center.
If he was going to hunt down elite-level targets, he needed a reason to leave the village. Taking on an official mission was the best cover.
He also wanted to see if there were any rogue ninja targets worth pursuing. If he could find a good candidate, it would be the perfect starting point.
"Huh? Shisui?"
To his surprise, Yuhara ran into Shisui just outside his home.
Shisui looked exhausted. His eyes were bloodshot—so much so they almost looked like Sharingan. Clearly, he hadn't slept.
Yuhara already knew from the system that Shisui had begun to acknowledge his ideas, but he hadn't expected him to take things this hard.
To Yuhara, it seemed obvious. The village's indifference and the clan's inaction were what led to the Uchiha's decline.
Once you saw the root of the problem, the conclusion was clear. What was there to agonize over?
"Morning, Yuhara."
Shisui's voice was tired, but his expression was serious. He didn't beat around the bush.
"I thought about everything you said. I agree with your core ideas, but—"
"Stop."
Yuhara raised a hand.
"This isn't the place for that conversation. And I've got things to do. Let's talk later."
He cut him off immediately. Who knew who might be listening?
Yuhara didn't have any sensory abilities. If someone overheard them—someone from the village or the clan—they'd both be screwed.
They might as well lie down and wait for Itachi, Danzō, and the Root division to come butcher them on the spot.
Shisui realized his mistake and looked visibly ashamed.
If Yuhara hadn't shut him up fast enough, he might've already said too much.
Still, he couldn't help but notice something strange in Yuhara's words.
"You've got things to do?" Shisui asked curiously. "Are you heading out on a mission?"
"Not yet. I'm going to take one now," Yuhara said with a shrug. "Things are getting too stifling in the clan lately. And honestly, I've always hated those pointless meetings. I need time to think about what I'm going to do next."
He didn't spell it out, but Shisui immediately understood what he meant.
He had to admit—Yuhara was right. The clan's atmosphere was suffocating.
Especially after their talk yesterday. The more he thought about it overnight, the more he realized how accurate Yuhara had been.
Trying to govern the clan alongside those parasites? It was hopeless.
None of them had ever dug deep enough to find the root of the clan's problems.
What a joke—some of them even thought the Police Force was a prized position.
But in reality, it was a cursed symbol—a tool that had widened the gap between the clan and the village. It was an institution that dragged the Uchiha toward ruin.
The clan had changed. And Konoha didn't trust them anymore.
If anything was going to change, it had to start with them.
Suddenly, Shisui realized something.
He had underestimated Yuhara all along.
They had grown up together. Trained together. Been praised as prodigies of the same generation.
But while Shisui had sunk deeper into the political mess, Yuhara had kept his distance.
And because of that, Yuhara saw the truth more clearly than anyone. He could see exactly where the clan had gone wrong.
He was the only one who hadn't been blinded by emotion or tradition.
That clarity made him dangerous.
Shisui felt something shift inside him. A quiet resolve forming.
He still needed time. Time to think. Time to confirm whether this was the path he could follow.
But for now—
"Yuhara. Let me go with you on this mission."
"…What?"
"I said I'm going with you. It's the only way I can learn more—see things for myself."
"…?"