In the year 55 of Konoha, atop the high tower overlooking the Uchiha Clan's district, masked ANBU operatives quietly monitored the activity below through advanced sensory and surveillance ninjutsu.
"Reporting to the Third Hokage—Uchiha clan meeting has commenced. Everything is normal at the moment."
"Yes."
With a flicker of chakra, the shadowy figure disappeared without a trace. Only highly skilled and trusted ninjas could serve in the ANBU. Their presence alone was a testament to the level of tension surrounding the Uchiha.
Inside the Hokage's office, Hiruzen Sarutobi puffed his pipe silently, his eyes narrowed as he gazed toward the Uchiha district.
"The Uchiha Clan Association... Fugaku, don't let me down."
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"Patriarch, the complaints against our police department keep increasing. Many in the village are growing resentful toward us. If this continues, the rift between the Uchiha and Konoha will only deepen!"
The voice came from an elderly member of the clan, clearly aligned with the dovish faction. He had long worked in the police department, often acting as a liaison between Uchiha and the village. He understood how these grievances were building, and he feared what might come next.
The Uchiha were one of the largest and most powerful clans in Konoha. But their size and strength, while beneficial, also brought division. At this moment, the Uchiha stood fractured—hardliners demanding strength and autonomy, doves seeking reconciliation with the village, and neutrals striving to maintain balance.
Fugaku Uchiha, the clan patriarch, remained silent. But a sharp voice rang out from the side.
"So what if we're drifting away from the village?" snarled the Fourth Elder. "Ever since the Nine Tails Rebellion, how has Konoha treated the Uchiha? Look around you—those watchtowers weren't built for defense; they're for surveillance. For control! Where is the trust?"
He slammed his hand against the low table.
"Why should we bow to a village that treats us like criminals?"
"Fourth Elder, what are you implying?" the Fifth Elder snapped. "Are you advocating for rebellion?"
"Konoha was founded by the Uchiha and Senju together! We've never been traitors. But where are we now? Not a single Uchiha sits among the Hokage's council or the elders! All we have is the police department, and even that is being used against us. Are we supposed to accept this quietly?"
His passionate outburst stirred murmurs among the attending members. Many nodded in agreement, their frustration simmering beneath the surface.
Seated near the back, a young man watched the exchange with a smirk. He was noticeably younger than most in the room, but no one questioned his right to be there. He was Andrew, a prodigy of the Uchiha Clan, one whose rise in power was as swift as it was impressive.
Though not as famous on the battlefield as Shisui, Andrew had earned his place at the table through sheer strength and intellect. He was considered Shisui's equal in raw potential, though his popularity outside the clan was lacking by comparison.
As he watched the Fifth Elder glance anxiously around the room—likely searching for Shisui—a trace of disdain curled at the corner of Andrew's mouth.
"Looking for your pillar of peace, are you?" Andrew thought. "Shisui won't save you this time."
"Enough!" Fugaku finally interjected, his voice cutting through the rising tension like a blade. "Every clan meeting ends in argument. What do we gain from it? Let's hear everyone's thoughts—but no more shouting!"
But before anyone could respond, Andrew stood up, his voice calm but laced with sarcasm.
"Thoughts? Is that really what we're here for? While you're arguing over ideals, Shisui is being hunted down outside these walls. You still have the luxury of debate?"
The room fell silent.
A flicker of unease ran through the crowd.
Andrew's words held weight—not just because of their content, but because of his tone. He wasn't asking. He was stating a fact.
In truth, Andrew had not always belonged to this world. He had once been a Hokage theory researcher in another life—a world far removed from chakra and bloodlines. When he first realized he'd been reborn into the Naruto universe, he'd panicked. The ninja world was dangerous, brutal, and deeply unfair.
And he was now part of the Uchiha.
At first, it had felt like a blessing. The Uchiha were powerful—genetically gifted warriors with the Sharingan, a kekkei genkai that could crush opponents in moments. But Andrew knew the dark fate looming ahead. He had studied every timeline, every theory, every betrayal.
The Uchiha massacre was coming.
And unless something changed, history would repeat itself.
From the start, he had kept a low profile, working tirelessly to improve his strength and earn recognition within the clan. He knew he couldn't change the future unless he was powerful enough to stand on equal footing with the clan's elders and Konoha's elite.
But now, as he watched the infighting among the Uchiha, he was more disillusioned than ever.
"The village already has a knife at your throat," he thought bitterly. "And you're still arguing like children."
The hardliners had their pride, but no solid plan. The doves wanted peace, but lacked the courage to fight for it. And Fugaku—though a capable shinobi—was too hesitant, too unwilling to lead with force.
"If the Uchiha truly united, even Konoha wouldn't dare move against us. But instead, we retreat again and again. What kind of first clan are we?"
Fugaku turned to Andrew, his voice tense. "Is what you said true? Is Shisui really under attack?"
The room tensed as everyone turned toward Andrew. Even the most skeptical among them looked around, realizing that Shisui's absence hadn't gone unnoticed.
Andrew didn't flinch.
"Does it matter whether it's true or not? Are we really going to sit around and debate while one of our own might be bleeding out in an alley somewhere?"
Then, looking directly at the elders, he said, "I'm going after him. Anyone who wants to help—follow me."
Several younger clan members immediately stood, their eyes burning with determination. Shisui was popular among the doves and respected by the youth. And Andrew, for all his cold demeanor, had proven himself enough to inspire loyalty.
The Fifth Elder hesitated, lips parting as if to protest. But he said nothing.
The Fourth Elder smirked, clearly satisfied.
Then Fugaku rose from his seat, the weight of leadership pressing down on his shoulders.
"Fourth Elder!" he commanded. "Mobilize the clan's ninja forces. Prepare for battle."
It was the first time in years that the Uchiha had taken such a unified stance.
The room went still for a breath, then erupted into action.
Outside, ANBU operatives blinked as they sensed the surge of chakra within the Uchiha compound.
Inside, Fugaku's command echoed in every heart:
"If they want to test our loyalty—let them test our strength first."