Uchiha Yang returned to his room and took a deep breath. The familiar scent of home filled the air—it felt good to be back. After washing up, he sat by the window, gazing at the moonlight filtering through the leaves of the giant oak outside.
His mind was restless. So much had happened in a single day. As soon as he arrived home, his clan had arranged a fiancée for him. It felt almost surreal. In his past life, finding a partner had been a challenge, but here? It had happened so easily.
Talking with Mimi had helped him accept this arranged engagement. She had endured hardships, and it was only natural that she wanted a peaceful life. If anything, she had chosen well—who else but him? He was strong, intelligent, and capable. A smirk formed on his face as he thought about it.
Sitting by the window, Yang chuckled to himself. I can't even hide my happiness if I wanted to, huh? My charm is truly unstoppable...
But his mood darkened when he thought about today's run-in with the Root agents. Danzo had turned his attention toward the Uchiha again. Just wait, you old vulture… the Third Great Ninja War is coming soon. When the dust settles, we'll see who survives.
Danzo's ambitions were clear. He wanted the Sharingan—he wanted to manipulate Uchiha blood for his own purposes. He had already targeted Shisui in the future; it wouldn't be surprising if he had more plans in motion now.
But Yang had no intention of letting history repeat itself. You think you can use the Uchiha's greatest weapon against us? Not on my watch.
There was another thing bothering him. The village was tense. The friction between the Uchiha and Root wasn't new, but today, something had felt different. Sarutobi Hiruzen's silence on the matter was odd. It was as if he had withdrawn, letting Danzo act unchecked.
Is the Third stepping back? Is he planning to let Danzo handle things his way?
The more Yang thought about it, the more the pieces fit. Danzo wasn't just consolidating power—he was testing the limits of what he could get away with. The so-called "protector in the shadows" had always craved the Hokage's seat.
Yang's fingers tapped against the windowsill. Fine. If they won't let Uchiha integrate with the village, then I'll make the village come to us.
A plan formed in his mind. He needed to reshape the Uchiha's role, starting with the Police Force. No more isolation. No more following the old policies that kept them separate. It was time to turn the Police Force into something more—something that would cultivate allies instead of resentment.
He smirked. Let's call it the 'Fertile Soil Plan.'
Tomorrow, he would speak to Uncle Nobunaga. Time was short. And judging by Namikaze Minato's new gear, the higher-ups were already preparing for war.
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The next morning, as Yang woke up, he was greeted by the aroma of freshly cooked rice and miso soup. Peeking into the kitchen, he saw Mimi preparing breakfast.
He leaned against the wall, watching her quietly. There was something peaceful about the scene. It wasn't long before his father, Uchiha Nobunaga—often called "Uncle Shuai" by the younger generation—noticed him.
"What are you doing?" Nobunaga asked, arching an eyebrow.
Yang, caught off guard, turned to his father. "Nothing," he muttered.
His father smirked. "Just making sure your soul hasn't left your body. You were staring so hard I thought you were about to pass out."
Yang rolled his eyes. "Mom, are you awake? Dad's worried you'll never get to hold a grandchild."
Before Nobunaga could respond, Yang dodged away, laughing.
His father groaned, rubbing his temples. "This brat… I swear, you're worse than Fugaku."
Yang laughed again but soon quieted as his mother, Poland Uchiha, emerged from her room. She glanced at the two of them suspiciously.
"What's going on?"
"Hahaha, nothing," Nobunaga said quickly. "Our son was just excited about breakfast."
Poland narrowed her eyes but said nothing. Instead, she turned to Yang. "Mimi has been up since early morning preparing food. You should go and try it."
Yang nodded and joined them at the table. Breakfast was simple yet delicious—homemade miso soup, grilled fish, and rice. He made sure to help Mimi clean up afterward before heading to the Uchiha Police Headquarters.
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When Yang arrived at the Uchiha Police Headquarters, the sight of the familiar black-and-red Uchiha fan symbol gave him a sense of nostalgia. Walking past the rows of shinobi, he made his way directly to Nobunaga's office.
Inside, he found his uncle—but he wasn't alone. Another young Uchiha was already seated.
"Well, well," Yang said, smirking as he threw an arm around the young man's shoulders. "If it isn't little Yueyue! I thought you'd be too busy on a date to visit."
Fugaku Uchiha—his younger brother—sighed but didn't push him away. "I just dropped Mikoto off at her job. She's assisting Senior Sarutobi." Then, with a sly grin, he added, "I heard you caused a scene yesterday, almost picking a fight with Root. Brought your fiancée into it, too."
Yang waved a hand dismissively. "Please. That was nothing. I was just about to send a 'gift' to dear old Danzo when Jiraiya showed up and ruined the fun."
Fugaku raised an eyebrow. "You really don't change."
"Speaking of which," Yang continued, shifting to a more serious tone, "it's time for you to come back to the clan, Yueyue. The village politics are shifting, and we need you in the Police Force."
Fugaku hesitated. "I was thinking about discussing it with Hokage-sama first."
Yang frowned. "You don't need to. You're the young patriarch of Uchiha—why should you ask for permission to return home? Do you think this will make the Hokage happy? You think he'll be impressed if you show obedience?"
Fugaku remained silent.
"You're already one of the strongest jonin in the village," Yang continued. "You've been out in the field for long enough. It's time to strengthen your ties to the clan. You need to learn how to lead, not just how to fight."
Fugaku sighed. "You're right. I'll speak with my teacher, but I won't ask for permission—I'll just inform him."
Yang clapped him on the back. "Good. Because if you stay with that team any longer, you'll be in your 30s before they let you go. Honestly, which squad needs three jonin and a Kage-level sensei? They've been babying you."
Fugaku laughed nervously. "I never really thought about it like that..."
Nobunaga, who had been watching, finally spoke. "You're growing, Fugaku. But remember, returning to the clan doesn't mean isolating yourself. Keep your friendships—Jiraiya, Minato, even your teammates. But never forget where you belong."
Fugaku nodded, determination settling in his eyes.
Yang smirked. Good. Looks like I won't have to worry about him turning into a Hokage loyalist.
As Fugaku left to deliver some documents, Yang leaned back in his chair.
"The war is coming," he murmured. "We need to be ready."
Nobunaga nodded. "Then let's get to work."