After a brief yet decisive discussion during the clan meeting, Indra Uchiha silently returned home, his expression unreadable under the evening glow.
The heavy silence of the estate was only interrupted by the soft rustling of leaves and the hushed footsteps of three distinct kunoichi who awaited him—Yuhi Kurenai, Uzuki Yugao, and Samui. Their eyes shimmered with a strange mixture of admiration, reverence, and restrained passion as they approached him. Without words, they followed him inside his private chamber.
That night, beneath the veil of shadows and moonlight, Indra dominated the night, leaving all three kunoichi utterly defeated, both in mind and body. Each moment was a battle of supremacy, of pride, and of surrender. He didn't merely indulge; he asserted his authority, stamping his position firmly as the head of the Uchiha clan, both symbolically and physically.
Yet, despite his dominance, there was one thing Indra still couldn't wrap his mind around—why did every time he met them, they plead for him to "share his essence", to give them a child?
It wasn't spoken out of manipulation or desperation—it was almost devotional, a bizarre obsession to birth his offspring.
Indra frowned at the thought as he lay back, breathing steady. 'Why do they want a child from me?' he wondered. 'I'm still in my teens… barely stepping into true adulthood... how could I become a father now?'
His thoughts drifted towards a different kind of fear—not of raising a child, but the uncertainty of what kind of child he might raise.
Would the child be a filial son like Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki, loyal, disciplined, and righteous?
Or would it be a rebellious brat like Boruto, arrogant, disrespectful, and blinded by his own ego?
He shook his head. "No... not yet."
Indra made a decision that night. No matter how beautiful or strong his partners were, no matter how fervently they asked, he would not father a child just yet.
He needed time. He needed clarity.
By the next day, Indra had composed himself and departed to inspect the Uchiha Guard—the elite unit responsible for patrolling and maintaining order within the Uchiha district and the surrounding areas.
As he arrived, his keen Sharingan eyes scanned the gathered guards. Their expressions varied—some were blank, others hesitant, but a few burned with admiration and loyalty.
Some immediately agreed to his leadership, recognizing the weight of his actions and aura.
Others, however, resisted silently, doubting his authority, unwilling to bow to someone they considered still too young or too radical.
But Indra wasn't going to beg.
He knew the language that the clan respected best—power.
So, as naturally as breathing, he beat the hell out of those who resisted.
One by one, those who challenged him were swiftly and mercilessly defeated. No blood was shed unnecessarily, but not a single strike was wasted. Indra didn't hesitate. His fists and kicks echoed authority. His chakra pressure was undeniable.
Crushed under the weight of his power, those few dissidents had no choice but to bow, both physically and mentally.
In the end, every Uchiha Guard pledged loyalty, either through reverence… or through fear.
And once the dust had settled, Indra implemented his first major reform as the new de facto leader of the Uchiha Guard.
He introduced the concept of a "Protection Fee."
Every shop in the Uchiha sector, and even those in the surrounding marketplace, would now be required to pay a fixed amount of money to receive direct protection from the Uchiha Guards.
If they refused, then the Guards would simply not interfere in any injustice or crime that befell them.
The announcement was met with mixed reactions.
Many Uchiha Guards, surprisingly, welcomed the change. Their reasons weren't rooted in greed, but rather, survival.
Their current salaries were abysmally low. The Hokage's office, ever suspicious of the Uchiha clan's intentions, had continuously refused to increase their pay.
"Because of that old dog, we've been starving," one of the senior Guards muttered.
Only the clan head gave them some allowance, and even that was barely enough to get by.
Indra scoffed at the idea and chuckled coldly.
'Hmph. That Fugaku, he must've been pocketing a share of their salary for himself. No wonder things are like this.'
But when the shopkeepers heard of this new policy, their reaction was instant.
Many of them rose in protest, haughtily claiming that it was the Uchiha's duty and honor to protect them as Konoha citizens, not as hired mercenaries.
"You should be grateful to even protect us," one of them had the audacity to say with pride in his voice.
Indra's smile turned cold.
He summoned the guards once again and gave his command without a flicker of hesitation.
"From now on," he said slowly, his voice echoing in the hall, "Protect only the shops who pay the protection fee. Let the rest fend for themselves."
His tone was calm. But within that calmness was an unshakeable dominance.
And so the plan was set in motion.
There was more to this than just collecting funds or asserting dominance.
Indra was fully aware that the Uchiha massacre was approaching.
The clouds were already gathering.
So he needed a diversion.
He needed to set the stage.
This protection fee would serve as a distraction, a ripple that would evolve into a storm—one that would keep everyone too occupied to notice the real changes he was preparing behind the scenes.
And as days passed, the effects began to show.
Some shopkeepers, seeing reason or fearing consequence, quickly paid the fee.
They enjoyed the benefits immediately—patrols stationed nearby, criminals warded off, and a sense of safety that hadn't existed before.
Others remained stubborn. And fate did not spare them.
Thieves, drunkards, and petty criminals began to frequent their shops.
Arguments escalated. Products were stolen. Some were assaulted. And every time they screamed for help, the Uchiha Guards simply watched the fun unfold—not out of cruelty, but out of principle.
They had their orders.
The stubborn shopkeepers, in desperation, finally turned to the Third Hokage, seeking justice, hoping the old man would put the Uchiha in their place.
They didn't realize they were just pieces on the board now. Indra had already begun playing the game.
The next day, the streets of the Uchiha district buzzed with quiet rumors and subdued tension.
People had begun whispering about how the Uchiha Guards were no longer responding to calls for help unless a "protection fee" had been paid. While some denounced the idea, others—especially those who had benefitted—remained silent, or even supportive.
Word had reached the Hokage's ears soon enough.
For the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, this was not just some minor clan matter anymore. It was a challenge. A provocation. Something that needed to be corrected before it got out of hand.
He decided to take matters into his own hands.
With his usual advisors absent, Sarutobi put on his robes, picked up his staff, and walked alone through the Hidden Leaf, heading straight toward the Uchiha district.
As he walked, civilians gathered behind him. Curious eyes peered from windows and alleys. They whispered and nudged one another.
"The Hokage is going to confront the Uchiha…"
"Will there be a clash?"
"They've gone too far—demanding money for protection? What next?"
But despite the public gathering like an audience before a grand stage, when Hiruzen finally stepped into the Uchiha sector, he noticed something… unusual.
No one from the Uchiha Guard came to greet him.
No bow.
No salute.
Not even a glance of acknowledgment.
The streets were eerily silent, the uniformed Guards standing at their posts, eyes emotionless. They saw the Hokage, but they didn't move.
Hiruzen's face twitched slightly.
He was the Hokage—the leader of the entire village. Yet here, among the Uchiha, his presence meant nothing.
Just then, the heavy doors of the Uchiha watchtower opened, and from within walked Indra Uchiha.
He didn't rush.
He didn't appear tense.
He walked with the confidence of a king in his own castle, eyes sharp and uncaring, as if this entire visit was a minor inconvenience.
Indra came forward and glanced briefly at the Hokage—then looked away, uninterested.
He raised his voice just enough for the surrounding guards to hear.
"Surveillance shift is over. All of you, finish your duties and return home," he ordered casually.
Without hesitation, the Uchiha Guards began dispersing, ignoring the crowd, ignoring the Hokage, following their leader's words without question.
Hiruzen's frown deepened.
He stepped forward and said, his voice firm, layered with authority:
"Indra Uchiha… are you disrespecting the authority of the Hokage?"
Indra paused, his eyes still averted. Then, as though the question bored him, he replied casually:
"Old man… did you inform me that you'd be visiting today? Did you schedule an appointment? How was I supposed to know you'd come strolling in unannounced?"
He turned slightly, his back already halfway turned. "I'll be free tomorrow. Come then."
The tone was so casual—so dismissive—it sent a ripple of murmurs through the crowd of onlookers. Some gasped. Some even chuckled in disbelief.
The Hokage's eyes narrowed, and his face tensed.
This was not just disrespect—it was humiliation.
He stepped forward and placed a firm hand on Indra's shoulder. His grip was tight.
"Are you trying to challenge me, boy?" he said in a deep, quiet voice. "Are you planning to rebel against the authority of the Leaf Village?"
The street went dead silent.
Indra's body didn't move—but his expression shifted.
A slow, mocking smile spread across his face.
He turned his head slightly and said with a sneer:
"Old man… how many criminals escaped justice because of your weak hands? How many evil men were spared because you hesitated?"
His voice grew colder, sharper, filled with disdain.
"And now you're accusing me of rebellion?"
Indra shrugged off the Hokage's hand like it was nothing more than dust.
"Konoha… was founded by our ancestor, Uchiha Madara. You think we'd rebel against our own creation?"
He raised his voice, loud enough for everyone on the street to hear.
"Open your eyes, old man! You're no longer a savior—you're a relic. If there's anyone who's betrayed this village, it's the one who let its heart rot from the inside."
Gasps ran through the crowd.
The civilians, who had come expecting a confrontation, were now visibly shaken.
Some turned to one another, whispering things they had never dared say before.
"…He's not wrong, is he?"
"…Didn't the Hokage let Danzo do whatever he wanted?"
"…The Uchiha were always treated like outsiders…"
For the first time in years, doubt began to bloom in the hearts of the villagers.
The Hokage's face was grim. He turned without a word and began walking away, his silence echoing louder than any argument.
Indra watched him go, his arms folded, eyes cold.
He didn't follow.
He didn't gloat.
But his mind whispered with venomous clarity:
"Old monkey… your time is ending. And I'll humiliate you like this—every chance I get—until the day you draw your last breath."
Behind him, the Uchiha Guards stood firm, unwavering.
Before him, the civilians had witnessed the moment the balance shifted.
The Uchiha were no longer passive. They were no longer silent.
They had a voice now. And that voice… was Indra.
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