Kakashi was still quietly questioning his life choices, but Feiyu no longer cared. After being interrupted, he had no intention of continuing his training. He turned and headed home.
He had barely stepped inside when a knock sounded at the door.
Feiyu flicked his hand, and Sakumo's ethereal spirit drifted through the wall. Moments later, he returned, expression blank.
"Two Uchiha at the door. Probably coming for you."
"…Great," Feiyu muttered. "Just met the Third, and now the Uchiha show up."
He rolled his eyes, feeling utterly bored, and opened the door.
Sure enough, two cold-faced Uchiha stood outside.
"Can I help you two?"
"Feiyu, long time no see. How's life in the clan compound?"
The older Uchiha forced a smile—likely meant to convey warmth and concern—but to Feiyu it looked more like a frozen grimace. Uchiha elites always had that expressionless, stoic face, and when they tried to smile, it was… unsettling.
"Fine, I guess. Also, Tekkō, could you not smile? That expression is honestly chilling."
Uchiha Tekkō's face twitched, humiliation flashing in his eyes. Before he could explode, the older one—Yashiro—spoke with narrowed eyes:
"Still joking, I see. It seems you're doing quite well. Feiyu, I've heard you awakened the two-tomoe Sharingan?"
"Oh, that," Feiyu said casually, eyes shifting into crimson. Two tomoe spun lazily in each pupil. "Yeah. Why?"
"So young and already at two tomoe… impressive. Even with only a quarter Uchiha blood, you're a true talent."
Yashiro's tone sharpened.
"The Police Force needs talents like you. Stop wasting your time with ordinary genin. What can a Hyūga teach an Uchiha? Starting tomorrow, report to the Police Force headquarters."
Feiyu's mouth twitched.
Join the Uchiha Police Force?
Was he brain-dead?
The Police Force was the Uchiha stronghold—full of purists and clan supremacists. With his mixed blood and outsider status, joining them was basically walking into a den of wolves.
Worse, Konoha's leadership was already wary of the Uchiha. Before the Nine-Tails incident, their suspicion wouldn't become outright hostility, but there was zero goodwill.
If a dangerous, high-casualty mission needed bodies, and the choices were "ordinary ninja" or "Uchiha"?
The higher-ups would throw the Uchiha into the meat grinder without hesitation.
And right now?
The Third Shinobi War was ramping up.
If he left his current squad, he'd likely be shipped to the frontlines tomorrow.
Even Uchiha Fugaku had gone to war; the Police Force was no cushy posting.
"Sorry," Feiyu said cheerfully, "I'm not interested. I'm a half-blood outsider—why would I belong in the pureblood stronghold? I'll stick with my little squad."
"You—! Don't be ungrateful!"
Tekkō stepped forward, fury erupting, reaching for a kunai—only to freeze as Feiyu clamped a hand on his shoulder.
"What do I mean? Simple. I don't want to join the Police Force. Clear enough?"
"You…! Are you even an Uchiha? Don't forget the clan raised you!"
"Raised me?" Feiyu snorted. "You mean handing me two C-rank Fire Style scrolls and calling it a day?"
C-rank ninjutsu weren't rare. Any experienced genin could acquire them, and most only refrained from learning more due to chakra limitations—not scarcity.
The Uchiha's "investment" in him amounted to a Great Fireball scroll, a Phoenix Flower scroll, and nothing else.
"That debt, I'll repay someday," Feiyu continued lazily. "But joining the Police Force? No thanks. I'm not working with a bunch of idiots who think with their clan crest."
"You… good. Very good."
Tekkō struggled, unable to break Feiyu's grip. Meanwhile, Yashiro's eyes widened in anger.
"Uchiha Feiyu, so you truly intend to betray the clan!?"
"Funny, I don't recall ever joining. Even this surname was forced onto me."
Yashiro ignored him and snarled:
"Fine. Today I'll show you why the Uchiha are called the strongest clan!"
"Strongest?" Feiyu blinked. "Wasn't that the Senju? You can't just steal the title because they merged into Konoha."
"Silence, you ungrateful wretch!"
Yashiro's eyes bled red, three tomoe spinning rapidly.
Sharingan Genjutsu.
A technique simply called "Sharingan"—a pinnacle illusion only three-tomoe users could unleash. against ordinary shinobi without allies, it was essentially a death sentence.
Feiyu theoretically shouldn't be able to resist it.
As the illusion pulled him in, Yashiro smirked—only for the genjutsu space to shatter instantly.
"W-what?!"
The backlash hit him like a hammer, dizziness washing over him.
How had Feiyu broken it?
Feiyu didn't bother explaining what "two souls in one body" could do to illusions.
Lightning flickered over his body.
Tekkō collapsed before he even understood what happened.
Then Feiyu's fist slammed into Yashiro's stomach, launching him backward and leaving him sprawled unconscious on the ground.
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