"Hmph! Forgive and forget? What audacity!"
The Uchiha squad leader scowled, and in an instant, his eyes shifted—three-tomoe Sharingan swirling into view as a chilling aura burst forth from his body.
He knew exactly who he was dealing with. The masked elite ninja standing before him were no ordinary shinobi. Still, the pride of the Uchiha Clan wouldn't let him back down.
Their clan was known not only for its power, but also for its stubborn, almost suicidal courage. They wanted to test the limits—see just how far these outsiders dared to go.
Tension crackled in the air. Both sides stood at the brink of violence, the conflict just one misstep away from erupting.
And just then, from a distance, a luxurious carriage rolled steadily toward them. Its finely carved details and golden rims gleamed beneath the sun. Even the Uchiha, arrogant by nature, couldn't help but shift their attention to it.
As the carriage drew near, its presence cast a silent pressure over the area. The tension hung heavy—until the door opened.
Out stepped a tall man wrapped in a sleek white fur cloak.
His black hair cascaded over his shoulders like flowing ink. His bright, star-like eyes sparkled with unfathomable depth, and beneath his high-bridged nose, a subtle smile played at his lips. His every movement exuded nobility and calm authority.
It was Jaxon.
"Hmm?" Jaxon hummed lightly, dragging out the sound as he surveyed the scene.
He walked leisurely toward the Uchiha leader, eyes cool and expression unreadable. "May I ask what business the Uchiha Clan has here today?"
The Uchiha leader stepped forward stiffly. "We received a report that there are foreign spies hiding here. We're here to conduct an investigation."
Even the usually aggressive Uchiha knew better than to be too disrespectful to someone like Jaxon—especially not in public.
"You've misunderstood," Jaxon said with a calm smile. "There are no foreign spies here."
His tone was light, but his gaze was razor-sharp as it fixed on the clan leader.
"What? Just because you say so, it must be true?" the Uchiha scoffed, his voice rising. His expression twisted into one of contempt and cold hostility.
Jaxon's eyes narrowed, though his smile didn't waver. No wonder your clan ended in annihilation, he thought. You fools never understood subtlety. Brute strength with no brains—how long did you think that would last?
Out loud, he said, "Presumably, my subordinates have already shown you the documents authorized by Konoha's leadership. Without solid evidence, I ask that you leave immediately."
His voice, though even, was firm—imbued with a clear and growing sense of threat.
"This isn't your playground. Just because this is Konoha Village doesn't mean your Uchiha Clan can act lawlessly. Without proof, barging into someone else's territory like this? You're lucky I don't…"
He let the sentence trail off, but the message was clear.
The threat was unmistakable.
The Uchiha leader stiffened, rage twisting his features, but he laughed—a cold, bitter chuckle. "You're the first person who's ever dared to speak to our Uchiha Clan like that."
He turned and barked a command to his men, "Summon the entire Security Force! Surround this area—search every corner. If you find nothing, keep searching!"
Then, with a smirk, he turned back to Jaxon, eyes burning with venom.
Jaxon didn't flinch.
Instead, he calmly turned to his own guards. "Let's go. We can leave Konoha Village entirely. The black market is currently offering five million ryo per Uchiha head—no age or gender restriction. As long as it's confirmed, the bounty gets paid."
His voice was cold as steel.
The moment the words fell, the entire Uchiha squad tensed.
"You bastard…!"
The Uchiha leader could no longer contain himself. He lunged forward with a flying kick, aimed straight for Jaxon.
But before the attack could land, one of Jaxon's masked bodyguards stepped between them in a blur. With a casual motion, he raised his arm and blocked the kick with ease.
The Uchiha's face twisted in frustration—but he didn't retreat. Instead, in the same breath, he whipped out a kunai and hurled it directly at Jaxon's head.
"Attack—now!" he roared.
The remaining Uchiha members surged forward, weapons in hand, rage in their eyes.
But these were mostly Genin and a few low-level Chunin.
Jaxon's side? Four masked bodyguards—all Elite Jonin.
The difference in strength was like heaven and earth.
Jaxon waved his hand dismissively. "Don't kill them. I leave the rest to you."
With that, he turned and found a nearby stone to sit on. He crossed his legs and leaned back, watching the skirmish unfold like a casual afternoon show.
Let them see the cost of arrogance.
None of the Elite Jonin on his side used flashy Ninjutsu. They didn't have to.
Even without chakra techniques, their hand-to-hand combat was overwhelming. They moved like ghosts—swift, brutal, precise. Every strike landed with the force of a sledgehammer, and within seconds, Uchiha after Uchiha was brought to the ground.
The Uchiha leader quickly realized the gravity of his mistake. He'd come expecting to intimidate or provoke. Instead, he'd thrown his men into a slaughter.
But there was no going back now.
And despite his fury, he didn't dare use destructive jutsu in the heart of the village. The political fallout would be immense.
In less than a minute, the battlefield fell silent.
Fifteen or sixteen Uchiha were strewn across the ground—moaning, bruised, and thoroughly defeated. Their pride had brought them to this moment, and now it hung over them like a storm cloud.
Still, none dared speak.
The masked Jonin stood back silently, offering no finishing blows. Their message had already been made clear.
Jaxon stood up, brushing imaginary dust from his coat.
"Pathetic rookies," he muttered with a cold smile, looking over the defeated group with a calm gaze. "Exactly as I expected."
It wasn't that the Uchiha Clan was weak—far from it. But most of their true powerhouses had been deployed to the front lines in the ongoing war.
Only the younger, less experienced members remained in the village.
And of course, the Uchiha couldn't help but flaunt their strength—even when there was nothing to gain from it.
They never learned how to keep a low profile.
If someone in the clan reached Elite Jonin rank, the entire village knew by the next morning.
And in a world where the quiet ones were always the most dangerous… the Uchiha's arrogance would be their undoing.
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