Leaf District

[iHaruno]

*Listen while you Read*
Even if the people she reached out to were taking their time, the Uchiha Lady did not have a moment's rest. She had already began drafting letters, examining a map of the country as she debated where it would be best to move her clan for the time.

The Tsuchikage was already in Leaf City, but that meant that he was perhaps too closely allied with the city to risk an alliance with them. Perhaps Land of Water? But their everlasting cold war with the Fire would mean that her people might go from being oppressed to being used as weapons. She needed a place that would offer her people asylum, and do so quickly. They couldn't be a country that was a threat, and they needed to be close.

The Grass District

She took a deep breath and began drafting her letter to the Kusakage. A simple request for a meeting. Since she still was waiting for her confrontation with Suzaku, or more likely, Inoka, no final decision would be made quite yet, until she gave the Leaf one final chance.

Her form moved over to the balcony of her window, a flame butterfly flickering into existence once again, taking the letter from her hands and fluttering away, disappearing upwards and out of sight.

She gave a huff, thinking of the Hanabi plains that she had first met the creatures on, and aching to return. Her mind wondered if she was being struck with an intense wanderlust or if she was seeking power. Perhaps, it was a simple urge to grow once again. She felt stagnant, stuck waiting for the next move, training for nothing. It felt like everyone around her was evolving while she was sitting behind her desk and becoming a mad woman in the eyes of everyone.

Her thoughts were interrupted as her gaze flicked in the direction of Mujin. It was a pull that she felt, much like earlier that night. An ache in her chest at some sort of disturbance within the energies she surrounded herself in. Yin energies were disrupted, or disappeared completely.

This caused a bit of unrest within the Uchiha Lady, a light wind brushing against the ebony locks that hung at her waist. Her hands reached up to grasp the banister railings, leaning on it as mental exhaustion set in on her. Thinking ahead of people for so long was something she had grown accustomed to doing, but employing it, consistently, for as long as she was having to do so was becoming a bit of a strain. Not to mention that she was realizing that she was going to need to carefully think about her tactics if she ended up another combat scenario.

No doubt, by this time, the two men that she had handled would have briefed Inoka. Either him or Suzaku would be making the choice on their approach. Or, as she had come to learn that the Hokage was not a man of words, attack.

Where the fuck are Tenbo and Ichijo?

Her thoughts clouded as she reached within the recesses of her dress, withdrawing a cigarette and placing it to her lips, inhaling deeply and blowing out a steady stream of smoke.

Location: "Leaf District": UMC Headquarters
Post Order: Order: Mirai Uchiha → Whomever
Time Limit: 3 Days
Skip Points: 3​

 

[Jeriah]

In the seemingly tranquil atmosphere of the Hokage's office, an intense silence prevailed, heavy with anticipation. To outsiders Jin and Okami, the room might have appeared utterly still, but beneath this calm surface, a rapid, silent exchange was unfolding between Suzaku, Ayame, and Inoka. Their conversation, though entirely telepathic, was comprehensive and charged with unspoken understanding. The three shared a look, their expressions giving away nothing to the untrained eye, except for a brief, knowing smile exchanged between Inoka and Suzaku as they sensed an approaching tumult. The ground outside began to tremble subtly, heralding the arrival of Yaju, a figure whose presence was as formidable as his reputation. Known throughout Konohagakure for his unmatched prowess in taijutsu and as one of the village's most adept sensor ninjas, Yaju was a force to be reckoned with. His exceptional tracking skills were highly valued, and he relished the autonomy of solo missions. However, today marked a departure from his usual solitary assignments.

As Yaju entered the office, the air shifted perceptibly. His presence carried the wild, potent scent of a beast untouched by water, an aroma that filled the space with its intensity. Accompanied by his ninken, his arrival was almost palpable, dense with the raw, unbridled energy of a seasoned warrior. The atmosphere grew charged, his lust for combat and self-assured demeanor almost tangible. Suzaku, observing Yaju's entrance, couldn’t suppress a mischievous smirk. The moment seemed ripe with potential, and he seized it with a mixture of jest and authority. “Yaju you bastard, you smell like shit!” he exclaimed, his words punctuated by a burst of flame that shot from his mouth, an impressive display of his fiery abilities. The room filled with a momentary light and warmth as Suzaku introduced the newcomers.

“Anyways, I want you to meet Jin Tendo from the Grass District," Suzaku continued, his gaze shifting between Yaju and Jin with a calculated pause, knowing well that Yaju had just returned from that very district. This introduction was strategic, meant to stir a specific alertness in Yaju. "And Okami Kitsune from a small remote island, Ouza Island. They both are exchange students who I’d like to be under your tutelage. As they can both learn a lot from you.” Suzaku’s tone carried the weight of expectation and challenge, setting the stage for what was clearly more than a simple mentorship. It was a test of Yaju's ability to channel his formidable skills into shaping the next generation, a role that, while new, promised to add another layer to his already illustrious career. The eyes of the young shinobi were fixed on Yaju, their expressions a mix of awe and curiosity, ready to absorb every lesson this legendary ninja could teach them.

Inoka, keen on maintaining the flow of conversation and not interrupting Suzaku, discreetly extended his telepathic abilities to Yaju. With a mental nudge, he communicated, "Welcome back, Inuzuka Yaju. Please keep your body language and facial expressions to a minimum, and inform Lord Suzaku and myself of your findings. This is a private form of communication." His message was clear and precise, designed to ensure that their exchange remained confidential, away from the ears of the exchange students and any other potential eavesdroppers. Inoka's approach was not just about secrecy but also about preserving the decorum of the ongoing discussion, ensuring that the information shared was for their eyes only.

Location: [Leaf District, Hokage's Office]
Posting Order: Suzaku/Inoka -> Okami Kitsune -> Jin Tendo -> Yaju Inuzuka
Posting Time Limit (PTL): 3 Days (Approximately 72 Hours)
Skip Points: II​

 

[Okami Kitsune]

As Okami eventually had his question answered for him, he took the time to gauge his surroundings and those he currently shared the room with. The Hokage seemed honest enough at a glance, and the brief display of his fiery capabilities had the young Kitsune wondering if it would be a bad thing to seek to learn a few things regarding furthering his own mastery of Fire-Release. This was because despite his overall arsenal having a decent variety, he was lacking techniques for his own birth element. And that stung him a bit. Jin was a complete mystery to him, but he was crude, and neither of them had any reason to trust or respect each other outside of a professional level so far, and even that would be shaky at best. That was his first impression following their interaction. The freshly-introduced Yaju, on the other hand, was easy enough to figure out the basics of. He was a veteran tracker, an Inuzuka, and a Jonin at that. There was possibly no-one better for Okami to learn to hone his natural senses from if he wanted to pursue a future as a Hunter-Nin in Leaf District. As such, proper respect would need to be shown in this instance.​

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"It's a pleasure, I look forward to working with and learning from you Yaju-sensei."​

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Of course, Okami couldn't figure out whether to refer to Yaju as Sensei or Captain, but he went with Sensei to make it clear that he did intend to actually learn from him. Before he spoke, Okami had even turned to face the man and bowed at the waist as a formal greeting. He would then stand up straight again before turning to face the Hokage and spoke once more.​

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"That said, I have yet to take the time to properly familiarize myself with the district and where everything is. I had originally come here to ask for a mission, but that can wait until after I've adjusted to life in Leaf District - this place is nothing like what I'm used to, so that may take a while."​

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Having said his piece, Okami would give a casual wave and leave the Hokage's Office, eventually heading outside to wander a bit and properly take in his surroundings. He had been right that Leaf District was nothing like what he was used to, being much larger and much more modern by comparison. However, modernization meant everything was in better quality where applicable, and the fact he was even on the mainland at all meant easier access to better jobs and missions. Including bounties. The only reason he knew about those was because while his father was only now finally taking steps to integrate Ouza Island with the rest of the world and as such had no need for a bounty board of their own, their nation was nothing of not observant of anything of notice happening in the mainland. It was the entire reason his father was even aware of the fact that the world around them was now in a time of crisis.

After what felt like hours of nigh-endless exploring and aimless wandering, Okami could say that he at least knew where the important landmarks were as well as places of interest. Various stores for various things such as shinobi gear, household supplies, food, and other such necessities, as well as a suitable location for his own forge once he saved up the necessary funds to establish himself as a blacksmith in Leaf District. He also had his eye on a modern portable forge in case he ever needed to make repairs and/or modifications and couldn't wait until he returned home. But like all else, it would have to wait.

And that was how Okami somehow found himself in front of a tavern looking at a bounty board he'd found, as well as going over the map he had. There was a particular bounty he was interested in, and the only one that would actually put every single one of his skills to the test regardless if he failed or not. He'd already taken the slip off the board after memorizing the details... His next stop was Grass District, and for a mighty fine prize indeed if he managed to overcome his bad luck for once and play all his cards right and exactly how they were meant to be played.

Taking one last glance at his map before sealing it away, Okami required only an instant to determine his route and began running towards the west gate as fast as he could, not intending to stop for quite some time. He would need to run all the way to Grass District at full speed with as few stops as possible while remaining well-rested if he wanted to finish this in a reasonable amount of time. While he did all this, he used a simple Transformation Jutsu to change back into his red kimono with brown shoes and black shirt and pants under it, but kept his gloves while changing their color to black as well. This was meant to give observers the impression that he'd gotten a message from home despite having just been transferred and that it was an emergency as well as clan business considering the pace he was running at and the direction he was running in.

Leaving Location: [Leaf District - Hokage's Office]
Entering Location: [Leaf District - Streets, West Gate]
Leaving Post Order: Suzaku/Inoka -> Okami Kitsune -> Jin Tendo -> Yaju Inuzuka
Entering Post Order: Okami Kitsune -> [Anyone Who Joins]
Posting Time Limit (PTL): 3 Days (Approximately 72 Hours)
Skip Points: II

 

[Baldhead]

________Clone________

The meaning behind his display of chakra control and shuriken had nothing to do with shurikenjutsu, even if Gyoken initially thought so. With a deep sigh, Takashi lifted his right hand, placing it casually behind his head, and slipped his left hand into his pocket. "You have to look deeper than what is in front of you, Gyoken. It's not just about the tool I used, but how I used it.. without holding it." Takashi paused for a few seconds, picking out his next words. He then brought his hand down, sliding it into his other pocket, giving an air of nonchalance that contrasted with the lesson he was about to teach the young Uchiha. "Controlling one's chakra can open up new paths for you and others regarding its uses. As you saw, the shuriken was controlled by my chakra in the same way you grip the tree with your feet."


While he spoke, Takashi's chakra began to spread across his body, moving with an almost fluid grace from his fingertips to his toes and up to his head. Gyoken, who uses his Sharingan, could see the chakra flowing around Takashi, enveloping him like a second skin. The sight was mesmerizing, the chakra pulsing and shimmering, showing Takashi's masterful control. "Punch me anywhere you want, Gyoken. No questions, no doubts just attack me" Takashi instructed, his voice calm but firm. His hands remained in his pockets, his stance relaxed, but his eyes were now fixed intently on Gyoken. His challenge was clear, and the lesson behind it even clearer. This was about understanding the deeper application of chakra control, beyond simple techniques and flashy displays.

___________Real Takashi_________________


Listening to Lord Tenbo's orders, Takashi stands still and silent. The missions were clear and straightforward, both the new member, Shijo, and Takashi were tasked with finding another member of the organization, Mugen Uchiha, a friend of the Hyūga and from the same clan as the new recruit. Once Tenbo had completely disappeared into the darkness and the echoes of his footsteps had faded, Takashi turned his gaze to Shijo. Instead of looking directly into Shijo's eyes, he aimed his gaze at Shijo's forehead, a simple trick Takashi had learned over the years with Mugen to avoid direct eye contact with the Sharingan, while still giving the illusion of looking directly at the bearer of those blood-red eyes. “Shijo, you probably know who Mugen is, and that makes our mission much easier. You will come with me, and I will show you some of the places I use. We'll also get to know each other better, partner." With that said, Takashi began to head towards one of the several changing rooms to change into his real uniform. He hoped Shijo would follow, so they could prepare for the mission together. If Shijo did, they would don uniforms almost identical to those worn by the ANBU. Once fully prepared, they would head out through the same path Takashi had entered through, showcasing to Shijo just how massive the Root's network was. Emerging from the tunnel, they found themselves in the forest just outside the massive gate. "Follow me" Takashi said before heading towards the village once more.





Location: (Clone) Konohagakure Training Ground and (Real Takashi) Konohagakure “Foundation” → Konohagakure village

Order: Takashi Clone - Gyoken

Order: Tenbo Uchiha→Shijo Uchiha→ Takeshi Hyuga

Time Limit: 3 Days

Skip Points: 2


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[Yatoru]

As Jin listened to the Introduction, even having some of his own personal information given to the what can be determined by his stature and posture of power as a Jonin, the young Genin remained silent. His hands residing in his pockets as his cyan blue eyes observed the Neurons of each person in the room. And though the Fox looking Inbreed spoke out after finally being introduced to what would seem to be their team leader, the young Tendo remained quite annoyed by the very presence of the Kitsune. Though as Jin stood, his posture wouldn't seem lax, but rather more sturdy and cautious. By mere observation, it was Clear the Hokage was connecting dots between Yaju and himself along with the fox brat, and yet those connections would only be concluded to his affiliatation with the very district he dispised. As Jin stood, his silence almost deafening, out of respect, his upper portion of his torso from the upper intestines would enter a bowing posture, a sign of showing a sort of respect to the Jonin who would be leading the team in the days to come. Yet he'd give no response or words, knowing when a time and place it was to speak, as he had not been directly addressed yet, it would be improper for him to speak so blatantly like the Kitsune who seemed to take his leave from such an important meeting.

Location: [Leaf District, Hokage's Office]
Posting Order: Suzaku/Inoka -> Okami Kitsune -> Jin Tendo -> Yaju Inuzuka
Posting Time Limit (PTL): 3 Days (Approximately 72 Hours)
Skip Points: II
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[LucianRedgrave]

Yaju’s posture shifted as he sat nestled in the comfort of his largest hound listening to Suzaku’s words. His face grimaced at the idea of taking in more pups as he was no different than the Hokage himself, an old man in a profession where men die young. While it was clear the hokages intent was to make a point of Jin being from the grass district Yaju could smell it on him it was of worthy to note that much made it past his sense of smell let alone the sense of smell that blessed the ninken under his command. It didn’t carry any sense of weight in Yaju’s facial expression at the moment, yet it was clear the old hound himself wasn’t exactly enthused at the prospect that came with nurturing them into something more than simple chunin or even better shinobi for that matter. In turn his posture shifted again as he now went from seated to standing upon the introduction of the young shinobi his imposing figure now ever more apparent he towered over Okami and Jin equally. His vibrant lilac hues trailing over the young shinobi’s physiques as if taking stock of his prey. The moment the young man who resembled a fox with fur and tail to match bowed his head he could find Yaju moving to palm his head in its entirety. Like an alpha correcting the behavior of its lessers, despite the sheer volume of hair this boy had it would sound as if Yaju had palmed nothing but bare skin. The weight of his hand alone to the young shinobi would present itself as though it were capable of moving mountains and yet there wasn’t an ounce of chakra behind it, no added strength, not even the added weight technique of the village hidden in stone. He would lean down just above the boy's knelt head had he not moved and spoke with a firm tone matched only by the firmness of his grasp. Jujin’s rather large form would just as quickly come to a stand towering over the lot of them as he felt the seeming unease in the air upon his master's change in disposition. If Yaju was their pack's alpha that would make the hound known as Jujin his second in command and in his absence the next in line to keep things running smoothly.





“Offering your head for execution should never be at the top of your list.” Yaju’s grasp would inevitably tighten around the boy's hairy cranium and even as Jin found himself bowing his head in respect he could find the gaze of Jujin looking down on him. While their respect was welcomed they had no reason to respect him at all outside of his title within the village.





He could smell the antiquated ways about them both. It was almost like second nature to relinquish one’s self to the title of another simply out of respect but Yaju hadn’t gotten to where he was today by simply bending the knee and falling in line. Neither had his hounds, they fought tooth and nail alongside their master. Respect was earned not given, Suzaku was no exception to this but their relationship seemed cordial to say the least. However just as imposing as his figure was to simply be around he found it being pressed upon mentally by none other than the hokage’s assistant Inoka. His scowling expression hadn’t changed as had Okami been under his palm his gaze would remain on him as untrusting as ever before responding mentally.





“This makes things a little easier on me rather than running my mouth the entire time. The grass is up to something, whatever it is doesn’t necessarily bode well for the longevity of the peace we currently find ourselves battling to maintain. Things are about take a turn regardless of our efforts. We can’t play peacekeepers forever.





In light of that however I’ve accomplished the intended goal the body has been retrieved and I made it a point to leave a means of tracking down the person responsible for taking me so long.” the scoff even during the mental conversation was apparent. In the waking world however Yaju’s hand would likely still be firmly pressed upon Okami’s head keeping his physique firmly bent over as if to ensure he would maintain the appropriate angle to achieve prostration.


Location: [Leaf District, Hokage's Office]


Posting Order: Suzaku/Inoka -> Okami Kitsune -> Jin Tendo -> Yaju Inuzuka


Posting Time Limit (PTL): 3 Days (Approximately 72 Hours)


Skip Points: II

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[Davon]

The presence of the enigma became known, as his body was now stationed in the center of the bustling Leaf City. He was positioned far away from any access point to the foundation. It would only be odd for him to appear to those who were actively looking for him. Whether or not the Leaf Village higher-ups were attempting to scout for him did not matter. It was yet to be determined when his reign of terror upon the Leaf would begin. For the moment, with Suzaku around and the power in his possession, he needed to tread carefully. He motioned over to grab some food from a storefront noodle shop, where he enjoyed rice, beef, and eggs. As he was nearing the end of his meal, a butterfly landed on his shoulder, drawn to him after his chakra became detectable. He knew immediately who it was. Standing up and paying the bill, he left a modest tip and thanked the server, knowing where he was destined to go.

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Now standing in the UMC Headquarters, with his arms draped down his sides and both hands hidden, the voice of Tenbo reached the one within these walls. His tone was dry, and the texture was stale. "You seem to be in a mood," he said, offering her reassurance to what he was able to observe. The room was dimly lit, the walls lined with monitors displaying various mission briefs and security feeds. The air was sterile, a stark contrast to the smoky haze drifting from the cigarette Mirai held. She pulled it from her mouth, exhaling. He wondered how many she smoked in a day. Her lungs had the capacity to cast powerful flame jutsu, but could they sustain the damage from the cancerous agents over time? He wasn't a doctor, nor did he care much whether or not Mirai suffered such a fate. As long as he was able to keep her body, in case such a thing happened, he was indifferent. There was never a time he envisioned killing her, but if her death resulted from natural or self-inflicted means, he'd shed no tear.

Mirai was important and essential to the clan, but to Tenbo, her time as a member of the village had perhaps served its purpose or was about to expire. She was there, her posture relaxed yet defiant, dressed in her usual gear. The tension in the room was palpable. Tenbo could sense it, and he knew she felt it too. His level of hatred for the establishment was clear, especially with his Sharingan activated. This was something Mirai knew the Uchiha didn't flaunt lightly. His eyes, crimson and swirling with power, were a silent testament to the depth of his disdain.

In the silence that followed Tenbo's words, the weight of their shared history hung heavily in the air. Both knew that the days ahead would test them and their ties to the village and maybe each other. The headquarters, despite buzzing with activity, felt eerily quiet for those within this room, amplifying the unspoken tension. If Mirai was aware as he anticipated she could feel the animosity radiating from him, but she also knew there was a bond, however tenuous, that linked them. As Tenbo stood there, his hands still hidden and his posture rigid, he couldn't help but think about the future. Mirai's fate, the clan's destiny, and his own role in the unfolding events were all uncertain. But one thing was clear: whatever happened next, Tenbo would face it alone or with her, for better or worse.

Location: "Leaf District": UMC Headquarters
Post Order: Order: Mirai Uchiha → Tenbo Uchiha
Time Limit: 3 Days
Skip Points: 3​

 

[iHaruno]

*Listen while you read*
"A mood," Mirai echoed, turning with a graceful twist, the ruffle of her attire floating over the hum of the monitors and the buzz of activity within the UMC. Her eyes, steady and piercing, held a pale gaze that meticulously analyzed Tenbo Uchiha. Bringing the cigarette back to her lips, she inhaled deeply. The familiar high from nicotine had long since lost its effect, leaving her mind clear amidst the smell of burnt tobacco and the haze of smoke. It was here, in this smoky sanctuary, that she found her thoughts sharp and unclouded. "Suzaku Goka attacked me tonight."

The smoke fell from her lips as she glide over to her desk, the cigarette disappearing out the window. Her form slid into the chair positioned there, gaze never leaving Tenbo.

"Shijo stepped in front of Mujin when he came to intervene," she said, her voice a flat monotone. She had already resolved that Mujin would have to handle Shijo; her mind was exhausted, every move somehow crossing paths with the eager shinobi. "That was after he asked me to spy on you, and before Inoka Yamanaka tried to use force to get me to the Intelligence Acquisition building with a squad that had practiced in capturing Uchiha."

She leaned back in the chair, feeling the unspoken understanding between them flowing like a silent current. Was Mirai stepping down to his level of thinking, embracing a more pragmatic and detached view of their world? Or was she finally ascending to his way of thought, recognizing the strength and clarity that came from shedding emotional entanglements? In this moment, she pondered whether she was adapting to his perspective or merely uncovering a new facet of her own.

That was all there seemed to be between Mirai and her former teammates: a sense of understanding. Love and affection had no place in their world, where bonds were forged in the crucible of battle and tempered by shared purpose rather than sentiment. Each of them understood that the path they had chosen promised only death as a promised constant companion. Yet, they had resolved to let neither fear nor sorrow cloud their judgment or weaken their resolve. The potential loss of a comrade was acknowledged but never dwelled upon, for to do so would be to invite hesitation and doubt—luxuries they could ill afford. In their silent agreement, they found strength, their unity built on a foundation of mutual respect and an unwavering commitment to their mission.

Everything that had happened to her tonight, the confrontations, the threats, the suppression; it had all been in pursuit of ideals that the Uchiha woman could no longer align herself with.

"I have always dreamed of a better world for our clan, Tenbo," she began, her voice soft yet laden with conviction after a moment of contemplative silence. "I envision a world where the Uchiha Massacre is remembered as the grievous atrocity it was, where our clan, having risen from the ashes, is celebrated for its undeniable greatness." She turned her gaze toward the sprawling Leaf City beyond her window, a city that had long been the epicenter of their struggles. "But to them, we are nothing more than a looming threat. We are like prey swimming among piranhas, bleeding profusely and praying we aren't the next meal they devour."

A bitter chuckle escaped her lips. "Living under that perpetual shadow of existential fear almost made me forget who I am... what I am." She leaned forward, resting her hands on the desk, her eyes narrowing with a malevolent glint. "It is time to acknowledge that the Uchiha clan has outgrown the confines of the ideologies that is Shinobi. The question now is not merely whether we seek a new home but whether we should obliterate this one and rebuild it in our image."

Her gaze hardened as she continued, "This city, this system, Shinobi," She spat word, as though it was a poison that had a foul aftertaste. "Has long stifled our potential and undermined our achievements. The Hokage stands at the heart of this oppressive structure, a symbol of the tyranny that has kept us in chains. To secure our future, to carve out a world where the Uchiha can thrive unimpeded, the world of the ninja must fall, and be rebuilt."

Her demeanor exuded an eerie calmness, masking the storm of thoughts brewing within her mind. To an unsuspecting observer, it would have been easy to mistake her tranquility for serenity, oblivious to the tumultuous plans she was formulating. Yet, behind those calm eyes lay the calculated precision of a strategist, meticulously orchestrating the demise of many. It was a chilling juxtaposition, the juxtaposition of outward composure and inward turmoil, as she meticulously laid the groundwork for the unsettling events to come.
"I've called you here to help me topple that system."

Location: "Leaf District": UMC Headquarters
Post Order: Order: Mirai Uchiha → Tenbo Uchiha
Time Limit: 3 Days
Skip Points: 3​

 

[Davon]

It was rare for him to misjudge someone’s emotions, yet this case was different—gratifying, to say the least. The words he heard were music to the enigma’s ears, the heartfelt desires spoken not by just anyone, but by the leader of the Uchiha Clan. Words that had spilled from a broken heart, a heart shattered by a system that had finally shaken the very core of Mirai Uchiha. Like him, she had been disrespected by the higher-ups, the disdain trickling down through the village system. Mirai was the leader of one of the most prominent clans in the Leaf Village. Correction, one of the most notorious clans in the entire shinobi realm. Few clans possessed comparable power or skill, and now it appeared the lord of the Uchiha was changing her ideologies. Tenbo quickly using his Sharingan, scrutinizing himself to ensure this wasn’t a ploy of mental manipulation. It was the truth.

She had regurgitated what Tenbo suspected about Shijo and the higher-ups, and Shijo himself had confirmed it. With Mirai's confirmation, it was beyond doubt. This revelation caused the Sharingan in Tenbo's eyes to shift into an unusual pattern, though not completely. Perhaps it was a sign of the turmoil brewing within his heart and mind. Nigh instantly it reverted back to normal. Shijo was now under the foundation's protection, as he was a subordinate to the enigma himself. A covert operative playing both sides, yet his loyalty and destiny were inextricably tied to Tenbo.

What Mirai was feeling was new, and it was raw, but Tenbo questioned the authenticity behind it. His words sliced through the stale air. "Why should I believe you? Someone who has always ventured into the side of optimism? This could all be a farce, a tantrum you're throwing in displeasure because something didn't go your way. You are quick to abandon your convictions—why should I trust any word that comes out of your mouth?"

Location: "Leaf District": UMC Headquarters
Post Order: Order: Mirai Uchiha → Tenbo Uchiha
Time Limit: 3 Days
Skip Points: 3

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[iHaruno]

*Listen while you read*
Mirai chuckled at his questions. She knew Tenbo better than to have believed he would have hopped onto any bandwagon, even if the driver was her. But her gaze sharpened when he insinuated that she was the type to abandon her convictions easily. Her own Sharingan flared into existence, her three tomoe surfacing yet again that night, not in a threat, but in a greeting to Tenbo's own scarlet gaze.

"Is what I envision not an optimistic view of the world?" She drawled back easily. "I have never wavered in my want- my need for our clan to exist in a world free from fear and discrimination, Tenbo. The vision remains the same."

The energy in the room changed as the tomoe whirled around purple, morphing and expanding into something else, something menacing.

Her Mangekyo Sharingan bore an unmistakable uniqueness, a crimson pupil stark against the backdrop of a pitch-black X, symbolizing the intricate web of power and fate woven by its wielder. Four vibrant red triangles adorned its periphery, radiating an aura of mystique and potency. Each element of the design held significance, a testament to the depths of her mastery over the Sharingan and the formidable strength it conferred upon her. As she gazed through those crimson eyes, a feeling would take hold of the room.

Its activation was not heralded by a surge of energy, but rather by a subtle shift in the atmosphere, as if the very essence of the surroundings were being gently drawn inward. There was no explosion of force, only a quiet vacuum that seemed to pull at the edges of reality, filling the air with a hushed stillness that belied the immense power contained within. It was a sensation akin to standing on the precipice of a vast abyss, the emptiness enveloping everything in its path with a quiet, almost imperceptible chill.

It was not genjutsu, no, this was the power of the Uchiha Lady.

"It is the tactics that must adapt to achieve that vision." She flicked an ebony lock over her shoulder. "I'm not a child stomping my feet because the world is just not fair, nor am I going to beg for your assistance. I am setting about this mission, with or without you." That was a recurring theme with the Masters of Death; keep up or be left behind. Perhaps one day she would look back on their training, hold their master accountable for the views he had beaten into them. But now there were bigger fish to fry. "But trusting me has nothing to do with why you're going to help. You're going to help because you see me as another stepping stone towards whatever enigmatic goal it is that you're hiding behind those emotionless eyes."

He was going to use her, and that was fine. She was going to use him too.

Location: "Leaf District": UMC Headquarters
Post Order: Order: Mirai Uchiha → Tenbo Uchiha
Time Limit: 3 Days
Skip Points: 3​