That night, the Uchiha Clan held an impromptu meeting. In a dimly lit chamber, several clan elders gathered with Uchiha Fugaku seated at the head of the room. The air was thick with tension and silent anticipation as Izumi stepped forward confidently, her expression calm but fierce.
She smiled and addressed the elders. "You all saw what happened today, right? Konoha may look strong on the outside, but inside, it's weak and fragile. I humiliated the Third Hokage in broad daylight, right in the middle of the street. And what did he do? Nothing. He didn't dare retort."
One of the elders nodded slowly, a rare satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "Indeed, it was gratifying to see. For too long, our clan has bowed and conceded, making them believe we truly fear their authority."
Another elder leaned forward, his eyes sharp and calculating as he glanced toward Fugaku. "Fugaku, we must grow tougher from now on. The more concessions we make, the more they will exploit our weakness. Look at what happened to Shisui. That genius was lost because of our willingness to yield. It's a bitter regret and a source of hatred we must never forget."
Uchiha Fugaku exhaled heavily, his face lined with the weight of responsibility. "I will be tougher, no doubt. But Izumi, are you sure this approach won't only make them more wary of us? More cautious and ready to strike back?"
Izumi's eyes glinted with cold certainty. "Does the Clan Leader truly not know? Ever since we moved into the village, we've been watched every moment. Those three towering structures surrounding the clan grounds—have you ever wondered why they're there? I took the liberty of secretly investigating. They're packed with surveillance equipment, constantly monitoring our every move."
A heavy sigh rippled through the room.
Fugaku looked directly at her, voice firm yet filled with hope. "From this day forward, the future of the Uchiha Clan rests on the shoulders of the younger generation—you included."
Izumi nodded respectfully. "Yes, Clan Leader. I will strive harder than ever."
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The next morning, Izumi resumed her patrol along the bustling streets of Konoha.
Unlike before, the villagers' gazes were no longer cold or hostile. Instead, they looked upon her with a mixture of awe and cautious respect. Izumi reveled quietly in their reverence, her steps lighter and her posture more proud.
As she made her way down the familiar path, she spotted the little boy she had seen previously. Without hesitation, she sat directly in front of him and greeted him warmly. "Hi!"
This time, the boy didn't spit at her. Instead, he dashed behind an elderly woman, peering out at her with wide, fearful eyes.
Izumi snorted coldly, eyes sweeping the crowd. Her voice dripped with disdain as she spat on the ground. "How despicable! A bunch of spineless wretches. They refuse to listen when spoken to kindly, only responding to force. Hmph."
She began pacing before them, head held high, chest puffed out like a proud warrior surveying her domain.
Though anger simmered within the villagers, none dared speak up against her. Izumi's formidable presence was undeniable—even Hokage-sama had been contradicted by her the day before without consequence.
When she encountered one or two brash individuals who dared defy her, she grabbed them firmly by their hair and dragged them toward the Anbu Headquarters without hesitation.
The villagers watched silently, eyes burning with both fear and resentment. Their hearts were filled with anger toward Izumi's arrogance, but none could challenge her openly.
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Passing by a familiar spot, Izumi's sharp eyes caught sight of a ramen stand: Ichiraku Ramen.
She entered confidently and called out, "Owner, give me the largest bowl of ramen you have!"
"Right away!" the kind-hearted Ichiraku uncle replied, preparing her order with practiced ease.
As Izumi waited, she noticed a blond-haired boy eating nearby. Upon seeing her, he scowled and shouted, "Hmph! Only I will become Hokage in the future!" Then, without another word, he turned and walked away.
"Oh, isn't that Uzumaki Naruto?" Izumi asked with a playful smile. "Did he not pay for his meal?"
The Ichiraku owner chuckled warmly. "That child is a bit pitiful. He often runs a tab and pays me back when he has money."
Izumi nodded and took out two coins. "I've paid for him this time."
"Thank you, Ninja-sama. I'll be sure to let him know."
Curious, Izumi leaned in and asked, "Owner, why don't you rent a shop? If this stall is illegal, I'll make sure you have to pack up and leave."
The owner laughed softly. "Don't worry, young lady. This spot is permitted for stalls like mine."
"Good to hear. I've only been here a few days and am still learning the rules. I'll be sure to check the regulations carefully."
"Please do, and rest assured, you have my support."
As Izumi left, the Ichiraku owner turned to his daughter. "She's not as bad as you said. I think she's quite nice."
His daughter shot back, "She's terrible, Dad! Don't be fooled by her looks!"
The owner shrugged with a smile. "Maybe, but it's best not to get involved in village politics."
His daughter sighed, "But if we don't participate, our neighbors will ostracize us."
The owner shook his head. "Sigh… is it really worth it?"
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For several days, Izumi patrolled the street without incident. No one dared stir trouble under her watchful gaze.
But finally, one day, fate introduced a new challenge—a drunkard and known troublemaker swaggered into her path. He slurred nonsense and even had the audacity to flirt with her.
Instead of anger, Izumi felt a flicker of excitement. "Is this the legendary hooligan trying to flirt with a beauty? Have I really become that irresistible?"
With a smirk, she launched a swift combo of attacks that sent the man sprawling to the ground. Grabbing his collar—since he was bald and had no hair to pull—she dragged him down the street toward the Anbu Department.
Passing the busy stalls, she loudly proclaimed, "Watch closely, everyone! This man is drunk and causing trouble. Normally, I'd tolerate it. But to dare flirt with a beauty like me? Absolutely intolerable! From now on, any lowlife causing trouble will face this fate! Hmph."
The villagers' anger boiled over at her words and actions, but none dared to intervene.
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One frustrated voice finally broke through the crowd. "Enough! Which other street allows the Uchiha Clan to be this arrogant? We need to complain about her!"
"Exactly! We should lodge complaints!" others agreed, their voices rising in unison.
From that day forward, the Anbu Department and the Hokage Office were flooded with complaint letters every single day.
Surprisingly, the Third Hokage seemed secretly pleased by the unrest. He summoned Uchiha Fugaku to his office.
Fugaku returned with a grave expression. "Izumi, the villagers on your street have lodged numerous complaints about you. Your style of enforcing the law creates a poor image for both the villagers and the Village itself. Do you understand?"
Izumi nodded calmly.
"Good. From now on, enforce the law normally. Have you seen how others do it? They simply keep their hands behind their backs and escort troublemakers to the Anbu Department quietly. No more dragging people by their hair."
"Understood," Izumi replied.
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The following day, Fugaku called Izumi again, a weary expression on his face.
"You've been complained about again. The entire street says you spit everywhere."
Izumi blinked in surprise. "I—how could I spit everywhere?"
The next day, the complaints escalated. "They said you didn't pay for your meals."
Izumi was dumbfounded. "That's impossible!"
The third day brought more strange grievances. "They say you frightened a child."
Izumi was stunned. "What?"
The fourth day, an almost absurd complaint reached her ears: "They say you step on the street with the wrong foot first. It doesn't follow the street's culture."
Fugaku looked at her with a wry smile. "Izumi, how about I change your patrol area?"
Izumi immediately refused. "No! If I can't clean up this one street, how can I clean the entire world? I'm going to stand my ground against them!"
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On the sixth day, Fugaku looked at her with a strange expression and said, "They're complaining that you stepped with the wrong foot again."
Izumi smiled confidently. "But I stepped with my right foot!"
Fugaku chuckled bitterly. "Their custom is to start with the other foot on the second day. Izumi, it might be best if I change your area."
"No need," Izumi said with a sly smile. "They want me gone, right? Hehe. Don't worry. Leave it to me. I guarantee they'll cry and beg me to stay."
Intrigued, Fugaku raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What's your plan? If it works, I'll have others learn from it too."
Izumi's lips curled into a confident sneer. "Just wait and see. Watch how I handle them."
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The battle for respect, reputation, and control had only just begun on this street. And Izumi was ready to prove that true strength was more than just raw power—it was the will to stand firm, no matter the opposition
On the seventh day, the villagers noticed something new on their street—a small, modest building had appeared almost overnight. Hanging above its entrance was a neat wooden sign with carefully painted characters: "Security Department Ooe Street Branch – Public Order Management Office."
At the doorway, Izumi sat confidently behind a simple wooden table. A large piece of parchment was propped up in front of her, emblazoned with a single bold word: "Recruitment."
The curious villagers gathered around, whispering among themselves. What was this? A branch office for managing order on their street? And why such an official-sounding name for such a humble place?
"Recruitment? Are they hiring?" a few bold souls muttered as they stepped forward, their curiosity piqued.
Several villagers approached Izumi, eager to find out what the job entailed. She listened patiently as they spoke, occasionally asking a few pointed questions. However, none of the candidates seemed to meet her expectations. They all appeared too timid, too conventional—too "proper" for her tastes.
Her sharp eyes scanned them critically, and she shook her head each time. This job required more than just politeness. It needed strength, courage, and a willingness to do what others wouldn't dare.
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Later that afternoon, Izumi took to patrolling the street herself, determined to understand what kind of people she really needed.
As she rounded a corner and entered a narrow alley on a nearby street, her sharp gaze landed on a group of unruly hoodlums with wildly dyed hair. They were gathered in a tight circle, smoking and laughing raucously.
The moment they saw Izumi approaching, their eyes sparkled with mischief.
"Well, well, what do we have here? A pretty little sister walking into our territory!" one of the brash youths sneered, stepping forward and slapping her on the shoulder.
"Come on, little sister," another added with a wolfish grin, "come play with us! Big brother will show you all kinds of fun, hehehe..."
Izumi smiled slyly and followed them into the alley without hesitation.
The villagers who heard the faint screams that followed quickly looked away, unwilling to get involved.
"Ahhh! Help! Somebody! A Ninja is beating people!"
"Mom! I want to go home!"
Soon after, Izumi emerged from the alley dragging the hoodlums behind her, bound together with a sturdy rope.
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The next morning, the villagers noticed a remarkable change. Izumi was no longer wandering the streets on patrol. Instead, she was seated comfortably inside her small office, sipping tea as the warm sunlight filtered through the paper windows.
Just then, a group of ragtag individuals, all wearing simple uniforms emblazoned with the words "Temporary Worker" on their arms, hurriedly gathered outside her office.
Izumi called out with a bright smile, "Everyone, come and take a look. I'd like to introduce some new faces to you."
The villagers leaned in, curious despite themselves.
Clearing her throat awkwardly, Izumi explained, "Due to a shortage of staff and the increasing difficulty of managing order here, I've recruited a few temporary workers to assist with Security Department duties. Everyone, get acquainted with them."
She paused, then added with a grin, "Oh wait, you all already know each other very well—too well, perhaps."
The crowd exchanged uneasy glances.
Just then, a voice rang out sharply from the back of the crowd, "Aren't they just a bunch of hoodlums? Can hoodlums really manage public order?"
Izumi raised a finger, her tone righteous and firm. "Hey now, don't judge people by their past mistakes. As the saying goes, a prodigal son's return is worth more than gold. Besides, we all live in Konoha Ninja Village. If these young men have turned over a new leaf, isn't that a good thing?"
The villagers hesitated, unsure how to respond.
Izumi clapped her hands enthusiastically. "Alright, everyone, don't worry. I will make sure they enforce the regulations strictly. There will be no tolerance for any illegal behavior."
A few villagers exchanged concerned looks but had no choice but to wait and see.
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At first, the villagers thought these so-called "temporary workers" would cause nothing but trouble. After all, what could a group of reformed hoodlums possibly accomplish?
But to everyone's surprise, these young men worked diligently. They patrolled the streets, managed crowds, and kept the peace with a new sense of purpose.
A few skeptical villagers even found themselves grudgingly impressed. "That Uchiha girl's not so bad," they muttered. "She realized their strength and isn't afraid to use it."
However, some couldn't resist scoffing. "Using hoodlums to run the Security Department? What foolishness!"
Whenever these villagers passed Izumi, they would sneer and snort coldly, then walk away with their heads held high.
What annoyed them most was seeing Izumi sitting comfortably inside her office, leisurely drinking tea or pretending to write on papers. It made their blood boil for reasons they could not explain.
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But the temporary workers soon revealed their true colors.
One of them, a tall youth with a crooked grin, shamelessly touched a beautiful female villager "accidentally" here and there as he passed.
Another went so far as to forcefully pinch the shapely buttocks of a young woman, causing her to glare daggers at him.
"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded.
The young man shrugged cheekily. "Isn't it normal to bump into someone while walking? You're just too sensitive."
More of them gathered around, teasing her. "Yeah, why so touchy?"
"Lonely? Come find me tonight," one of them whispered with a lewd grin.
The woman, seeing their numbers, could only grit her teeth and swallow her anger.
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When an elderly woman tried to confront them, the situation escalated into farce.
The old lady collapsed onto the ground and cried out, "Help! The temporary workers are attacking me! Someone please help!"
In perfect unison, the temporary workers also threw themselves to the ground, screaming, "Help! The old woman is attacking us! She's shameless! She was looking for an old man and hit us when we found out!"
The old woman stood, furious, and shouted, "How dare you slander me! I am a respectable person!"
But the temporary workers lay sprawled on the ground, clutching their stomachs and wailing, "She got angry because we found out she was looking for an old man and hit us!"
Seeing a growing crowd gathering, the old woman tried to leave, but the workers blocked her way.
"You hit someone and want to run? You're too arrogant! Everyone, come see! This old woman hit someone and now wants to escape!"
"I didn't hit anyone!" the old woman shouted, trembling with frustration.
"If you didn't, why run? Don't think you're above the law. Come on, everyone, is this true?"
The crowd murmured uncertainly.
"I really didn't look for an old man, and I didn't hit anyone!" the old woman cried, stomping her feet in despair.
Despite her protests, the workers extorted money from her before finally letting her go.
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Soon, the temporary workers stopped even pretending to be responsible.
They helped themselves to whatever looked tempting.
One fruit vendor confronted them, shouting, "Hey! What do you think you're doing?"
The temporary worker shrugged, "What's wrong with helping out? Can't I eat a little while managing order?"
The vendor's face darkened. "You're supposed to pay for that!"
The young man laughed mockingly and shoved the vendor aside.
"Old man, don't cause trouble," another worker sneered as they walked away.
The vendor groaned in pain, clutching his aching back. "You scoundrels! My old bones can't take this!"
He hurried to report the incident to higher authorities.
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The higher-ups immediately sent messengers to summon Izumi.
She sat calmly in her office when they arrived, expecting a reprimand.
The situation was escalating fast, and the question was clear: how would Izumi handle the chaos she had unleashed by trusting these "temporary workers