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KONOHA : The Uchiha Clan’s Rising Sun

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At a clan meeting of the Uchiha, the radicals and the conservatives were locked in fierce debate, while the moderate leader, Uchiha Fugaku, tried to smooth things over in the middle. Just then, Uchiha Jin strode in and declared loudly: “One clan, three factions — is this not a betrayal of our ancestors?” “From today onward, the Uchiha Clan needs only one voice — mine!” “I’ve said my piece. Who agrees? Who objects?” … On the Night of the Nine-Tails, Danzo led the Root ninja to surround the Uchiha compound. Root ninja: “By order of the Hokage, the Uchiha Clan is to remain within the compound tonight and must not step outside!” Uchiha Jin stepped forward through the crowd and sneered: “Which Hokage’s order are you carrying?” “The Fourth Hokage who is fighting on the front lines? The Third Hokage who has already retired? Or that so-called ‘Five-and-a-Half Hokage’ who hides in the shadows dreaming all day?” “A bunch of rats. Whoever stands in my way dies!” … At a high-level Konoha meeting, the Third Hokage was furious. Hiruzen Sarutobi: “Minato, the Uchiha Clan is too dangerous. How could you hand the ANBU over to them?!” Minato Namikaze remained calm and replied lightly: “Advisor Sarutobi, how many times must I say this? Do not speak words that harm unity. The Uchiha are, and always will be, Konoha’s Uchiha.” “And you have already retired. Please do not interfere with the Hokage’s authority.” Hiruzen Sarutobi: “Minato, you’ll regret this!” Minato Namikaze: “Sarutobi — I am the Hokage.” … The three Great Ninja Wars proved the flaws in the First Hokage’s Will — and Uchiha Jin brings a new Will of Fire to this world!
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