Uchiha Yoru finished his patrol shift and returned home in silence.
He didn't slack off—even before the Virtuous Deeds System, he had been relentless in his training, squeezing every spare moment to grow stronger.
Tonight, despite the weight on his mind, he still didn't neglect his cultivation.
Closing his eyes, he focused on the most fundamental skill of all shinobi: chakra refinement.
Gradually, his mind settled into calm.
He didn't regret his actions.
Not just because it aligned with his beliefs.
But because, in his eyes, Konoha itself was a city built on sin.
This original sin didn't discriminate—whether it was the village's leaders, elite shinobi, or the most ordinary civilians.
Selfishness. Ignorance. Greed. Arrogance. Envy. Indifference…
The list went on.
Living here suffocated Yoru, and the only way he could breathe was by enforcing justice his own way.
Extreme?
He didn't think so.
If anything, this village—this entire shinobi world—was the extreme one.
The next day, Konoha Military Police HQ.
Uchiha Fugaku was buried in paperwork, cleaning up the mess Yoru had left behind.
At least the "family of three" was now reunited in the Pure Land.
They had no living relatives—just a few neighbors who muttered complaints but couldn't raise a real fuss.
Fugaku ordered the couple's bodies buried properly.
As for their assets?
The gambling addict had long squandered everything.
All that remained was a rundown house—and even that sparked a sudden swarm of "friends" and "dear acquaintances" crawling out of the woodwork, claiming the couple had promised it to them…
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Fugaku, already exhausted, dumped the whole mess onto Uchiha Yashiro—the most seasoned elder in the clan.
Just as he thought he could finally relax, a powerful chakra signature approached.
"Hm? This presence…"
He stood abruptly and rushed to greet the visitor.
"Hokage-sama."
Standing at the entrance was Sarutobi Hiruzen, the Third Hokage, smoking his pipe beneath the iconic hat. His wrinkled face wore its usual grandfatherly smile.
Behind him lurked four ANBU, their masks unreadable.
"Clan Head Fugaku, I hope my visit isn't disrupting your work."
"Not at all. You're always welcome, Hokage-sama."
Hiruzen's gaze swept the room, casual yet probing.
"Is Uchiha Yoru not here?"
Fugaku knew exactly why he'd come.
"That idiot's methods are too extreme. I understand he means well—fighting for justice and all—but this time, he crossed a line."
"I've confined him to home for reflection."
"Unless… this is why you're here, Hokage-sama?"
Hiruzen smirked inwardly.
Pathetic. Fugaku was preemptively scolding Yoru to shield him—a transparent tactic to an old fox like him.
"Ah, I know his heart is in the right place, even if his actions are… excessive."
"Normally, I'd overlook it, but villagers have been flooding my office with complaints. If I ignore this, they'll think I favor the Uchiha."
"But to me, every clan—every villager—is family. I could never play favorites."
"Don't you agree, Clan Head Fugaku?"
Fugaku forced a smile.
"Of course. Konoha is one family, and you, Hokage-sama, are its pillar. Impartiality is only natural."
"Though, may I ask what these villagers are accusing Yoru of?"
Hiruzen took a long drag from his pipe, exhaling a slow, spreading smoke ring.
"Many have complained about Yoru's… harsh enforcement. But I've always chalked it up to youthful passion—overzealousness in keeping the peace."
"This time, however…"
"That couple didn't deserve death."
"Wouldn't you agree?"
His aged eyes crinkled with feigned conflict.
Fugaku sighed dramatically.
"You're absolutely right, Hokage-sama."
"Last night, I was furious—I dragged Yoru back here and tore into him!"
"Sure, the husband was scum. He stole his child's medicine money to gamble. Let his own son die. Even after the funeral, he took the family's last coins to the betting dens. A monster, no question."
"But so what?!"
"You should've just arrested him!"
"And the wife? Even if she ignored her child's death, never reported her husband, and attacked you—what of it?!"
"Could she really hurt a jōnin?!"
"Was killing her necessary?!"
Fugaku clutched his chest in theatrical despair.
"Even if it was technically legal, it defies common decency!"
"Don't you think so, Hokage-sama?"
For a split second, Hiruzen's mask of kindness cracked.
But he recovered instantly.
"Clan Head Fugaku… was it truly legal?"
**"Actually, yes. When the Second Hokage founded the Military Police, he established protocols for executing irredeemable criminals on sight—as well as self-defense against assailants."**
"So while Yoru's methods are… unrefined, he didn't break any laws."
"Still, youth needs tempering. Hence his reflection period."
"Rest assured, Hokage-sama—if he doesn't reform, I won't be lenient."
The room fell dead silent.
Even Uchiha Yakumi and the others stared—they'd never heard Fugaku spin such a masterful web of bullshit.
But Hiruzen?
He'd invented this game.
Pushing further would mean open conflict—something he wasn't ready for.
So he smiled, grandfatherly as ever.
"Then I'll trust your judgment, Clan Head Fugaku."
"I'll take my leave now."
"Safe travels, Hokage-sama."
As Hiruzen walked away, Fugaku's victorious expression darkened.
Outside, the ANBU seethed.
"Hokage-sama! Fugaku's excuses are ridiculous!"
"You can't just let Uchiha Yoru walk free after that!"
Hiruzen chuckled, cold.
"His tricks are decades out of date."
"But now isn't the time to clash with the Uchiha."
"Still… Fugaku thinks this ends here?"
"How naïve."
"Then… what's your plan?"
Hiruzen exhaled smoke, eyes glinting.
"Someone will deal with Uchiha Yoru."
"And that someone…"
"Will be his own clan."