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Uchiha Setsuna
The follow-up fire chakra training methods and experiences were all passed down to Mingjing, giving him a comprehensive understanding of the Uchiha clan's Fire Release techniques and a clear path for his future training.
If Uchiha Yu hadn't seen great potential in this talented young clan member, he wouldn't have been so willing to share so much.
By the end of their conversation, the elderly shinobi even invited Mingjing to his home for dinner.
"Grandpa Yu, this is too much trouble for you. Let me take care of the dishes!"
Uchiha Mingjing, now much more at ease, had begun referring to the elder fondly as "Grandpa Yu."
Uchiha Yu sat at the dining table, smiling as he watched the young boy who still had the innocence of youth.
That one dinner had drawn the two of them significantly closer.
"My wife passed away early, and my son… he died in the Second Great Ninja War, over twenty years ago. It's just me now. So don't worry about disturbing anything. Actually, your presence makes this house feel alive again."
Startled, Mingjing stood up abruptly.
"I'm sorry, Grandpa Yu! I didn't mean to bring up bad memories—"
Uchiha Yu raised a hand to stop him.
"I brought it up, so you don't need to apologize. When your father graduated from the Academy, the Shodai Hokage had just passed, and the wars hadn't yet erupted. My son brought him into the Konoha Police Force. When I first graduated, my instructor was your great-uncle. Our families have always been close—so it's fitting that you call me grandpa."
Yu looked at Mingjing quietly.
If he had a grandson, he'd probably be just about this age—well-mannered, talented, and a potential pillar for the clan's future.
"My… great-uncle?"
Mingjing tilted his head, curious.
He vaguely recalled his parents once mentioning that his great-uncle had been a formidable Uchiha, but he had died not long after Mingjing was born.
"Ah, yes. His name was Uchiha Kagami," said Yu, voice heavy with memory. "He was one of the few Uchihas who became a student of the Nidaime Hokage, Senju Tobirama. One of the most powerful in the clan at the time. If not for the fact that some clan members couldn't forgive his allegiance to Tobirama—the man who killed Uchiha Izuna—he might have become the clan head."
"I remember his son—Uchiha Tatsu. He lacked his father's talent. But just last month, their family had a new baby: Shisui."
Hearing that name gave Mingjing pause.
Shisui?
The future "Shunshin Shisui," born just last month?
And Uchiha Kagami... is my great-uncle?
"Enough of my rambling. It's almost time for the clan meeting. Come with me—there's no rush to clean up the tableware. We'll do it when we return."
Uchiha Yu rose from the stool, stretched, and ambled toward the door, hands clasped behind his back like he was out for a stroll.
Mingjing followed him, a step behind, his mind racing.
Night fell over Nanga Shrine.
The Uchiha clan meeting was about to commence.
Uchiha Yu, a seasoned jōnin with a fully matured Sharingan, sat in the front row among the most senior members. The first and second rows were reserved for clan elders and elite jōnin with the Three-Tomoe Sharingan.
As a newcomer without even an awakened Sharingan, Mingjing sat respectfully at the very back. Without his dōjutsu, he wouldn't even have been permitted to attend.
At the front stood Uchiha Fugaku, the clan head, bearing a replica of the Uchiha war fan and scythe—symbols of authority once wielded by Uchiha Madara. The originals had been taken by Madara when he abandoned the village decades ago, but these replicas were commissioned by the previous leader to retain the image of legitimacy. Crafted in secret by artisans from the Hidden Craftsmen Village, they were pale imitations—less than one-tenth the power of the real ones—but symbolically important.
As Uchiha Yu had told Mingjing earlier, these clan meetings—held monthly—were usually tedious. They covered expenses, clan earnings, promotions, and the awakening of Sharingan among younger members.
But tonight felt… different.
The first half of the meeting went as expected—mundane.
Until Fugaku began reading names from a scroll:
A list of Uchiha who had recently fallen in battle.
Among them: Qianzhi, Rinna…
"These brave souls are heroes of both Konoha and Uchiha," Fugaku said solemnly. "They proved our clan's honor and courage with their blood."
Every Uchiha present stood upright at these words.
Among the Uchiha, nothing stoked pride and unity like matters of reputation and legacy. They had been taught the clan's thousand-year history from childhood—a source of overwhelming pride and identity.
But then, Fugaku's voice turned cold.
"Yet some among us would betray that honor for personal gain."
Gasps. Confused murmuring.
"Patriarch, what do you mean?!"
"Who would dare tarnish Uchiha's name?!"
Fugaku remained stoic, watching their reactions carefully.
The uproar was exactly what he needed.
An elder seated nearby—Uchiha Setsuna, a senior figure who had claimed significant power after the previous patriarch's death—spoke up.
"Fugaku, don't speak recklessly. Everyone here has served the clan faithfully."
"Really, Elder Setsuna?" Fugaku said coolly. "Then why have the families of our fallen not received their pensions—from the village or the clan?"
Setsuna froze.
He hadn't known that.
The clan's finances were managed by the elders, and such a lapse was serious.
Fugaku's accusation stirred more outrage. The crowd began shouting for justice.
Setsuna clenched his fists. Though he had schemed politically, even he was a loyal Uchiha at heart—prideful, unyielding, and devoted to the clan's image.
"I... did not know," he said at last. "But if someone is shaming our clan, I will personally deal with them."
He activated his Sharingan, its three tomoe spinning fiercely.
"No need, Elder Setsuna," Fugaku replied calmly. "You are getting on in years. Let this junior of yours do what a clan head must do."
His gaze shifted to the far end of the front row.
"…Isn't that right, Elder Ao?"
All eyes turned to Uchiha Ao.
Red eyes began to gleam all around him—dozens of Sharingan locked onto him.
Fugaku's voice grew louder:
"Uchiha Chiji, Uchiha Rinna, Uchiha Han… Uchiha Junshu. All fallen. All of them had no powerful relatives. Their families overlooked. Their pensions—missing."
Fugaku stepped forward, the fan and scythe on his back catching the firelight.
"Do you think Uchiha belongs to you, Ao? That you can trample our legacy at will? You are wrong. Uchiha belongs to all of us!"
Even Setsuna looked troubled now. Fugaku had drawn a line in the sand, one that many were now standing behind.
"You're no different!" Ao shot back. "Why are you clan leader? Because your father was?"
The air grew dense with chakra.
Uchiha Fugaku stepped into the open space before the shrine.
"You're right, Ao. I have failed. I should have cleansed the clan of your filth long ago. I'll do it now—with your blood."
The battle began.
The crowd encircled the courtyard. Two elite Uchiha jōnin—each with three-tomoe Sharingan—faced off under the moonlight.
This was no sparring match.
There would be no Seal of Opposition, no Seal of Reconciliation.
Only one would leave alive.
"Mingjing."
Uchiha Yu stood beside him, having appeared unnoticed.
"Use your Sharingan. Watch carefully. This is what true Uchiha combat looks like. Learn from it."
Mingjing nodded and activated his fledgling Sharingan.
Even so, he could barely follow the movements. These two weren't just jōnin—they were veterans. Their speed, reflexes, and tactics overwhelmed his vision.
Yu quietly narrated as the duel unfolded, explaining openings, feints, chakra flow, and Sharingan-based counters.
"Fugaku is strong," Yu muttered after a while. "Ao will lose."
Despite not possessing the Mangekyō, Fugaku had just proven that among the current Uchiha, he was the one worthy of leading the clan.
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