Gennosuke's mind wandered to his broader vision. The Fire Country was ripe for conquest... not by armies, but by commerce and manipulation. The shinobi clans, the merchants, even the villages themselves could be brought under his influence.
His latest scheme involved undermining his son, Yugo, whose curiosity threatened to unravel the Mugen Company's network. Gennosuke doesn't hate Yugo. In fact, he's proud of him.But pride won't protect the legacy of Mugen. and he can always create more heirs.
"Yugo thinks he can send warnings to Konoha and thinks he can protect himself," Gennosuke sneered. "Let him try. The Hidden Flames will silence him, and those foolish enough to listen."
Despite his outward confidence, Gennosuke knew that the stakes were rising. The assassination attempt on Yugo had failed, but the message was clear: any disruption could threaten his empire.
Still, greed blinded him.
"Risk is the price of profit," he mused. "And I intend to pay in full."
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As night deepened, Gennosuke returned to his window overlooking the city. Lanterns flickered below, carrying the lives of thousands unaware they were pawns in his game.
His smile was cold, predatory... a man drunk on the promise of power and profit.
"Soon," he whispered, "the Mugen Company will be unstoppable."
In the beating heart of the bustling trade city of Hōsekigai, where amber lanterns swayed from lacquered eaves and merchant cries harmonized with the chime of steel on steel, Gennosuke Mugen reigned from behind polished mahogany. His office, perched on the top floor of the Mugen Company headquarters, overlooked the city like a watchful falcon—a symbol of commerce, wealth, and untouchable neutrality.
The office smelled of sandalwood and ink. Tall scroll racks lined the walls like ancient battlements, housing records of deals that stretched from the Land of Earth to the sea ports of the Mist. Amid the sea of parchment, one collection stood out—tied with crimson silk and branded with an obsidian wax seal bearing a ring encircled by flame.
The red ring scrolls.
Gennosuke leaned forward, fingertips steepled as he stared at the latest shipment manifest. The scrolls moved like wildfire through black markets and exclusive auctions, vanishing into the hands of masked bidders and shadowed nobles. The profits had been exponential... too exponential. Their origin remained cloaked in mystery, and Gennosuke, a man who loathed uncertainty, found himself caught between temptation and trepidation.
He had long abandoned moral qualms in pursuit of gain. But the pattern... hidden couriers, untraceable payments, recipients with chakra signatures suppressed by talismans... was beginning to feel less like business and more like involvement.
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One night later, under a harvest moon tinged gold with soot, G.M.'s hired shinobi made their move.
Five figures emerged from the mist-draped rooftops of the outer district. Veteran mercenaries—rogue Mist, former Root, even a missing-nin from the Land of Claw—each was handpicked for discretion and lethality. Their target: a single courier traveling the Moonstream Road toward the city's southern gate, saddlebag bulging with crimson-sealed cargo.
As the courier entered the blind bend between cedar groves, the ambush triggered. Shuriken scattered through the moonlight. Smoke bombs hissed. A paralyzing talisman flew straight for the horse.
But before it could land—
A blur of motion.
Steel clashed, kunai snapped. One of the mercenaries gasped as a sudden burning pain bloomed across his side. The smoke cleared, revealing a solitary figure clad in black... sleeves adorned with the faint symbol of the Uchiha fan, and eyes glowing with crimson fire.
Two tomoe rotated in each Sharingan eye. The red gaze moved from shinobi to shinobi, memorizing their movements in moments. In under a minute, all five mercenaries lay incapacitated. One twitched, breath shallow, a poisoned senbon lodged in his thigh.
The courier, untouched, stood silently beside the Uchiha boss, never having moved. The mysterious shinobi crouched, retrieved the scroll... untouched by blood... and stared into the forest canopy before vanishing with a flicker of chakra and leaves and dust blown away.
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At dawn, Gennosuke sat in his office once more, sipping chilled plum wine with trembling hands. He had received word. The mission had failed. The shinobi had lived... barely... but none dared attempt the task again.
A soft knock broke his thoughts. Before he could answer, the door opened. The scent of blood and wisp of wind filled the room.
There, standing by the door, was him. Clad in standard Uchiha boss tactical wear, the shinobi stepped inside, presence calm yet suffocating. His crimson eyes seemed to illuminate the very walls of the room.
"Gennosuke Mugen. You should be more cautious with your curiosity."
G.M. rose instinctively, palms spread in an appeasing gesture. "I... meant no offense. Merely due diligence. The scrolls...these scrolls... they're extraordinary."
The Uchiha boss remained silent for a beat. Then: "They are not for you to understand. The red ring scrolls are conduits of flame and blood—purposed for those sworn to fire and secrecy."
G.M., swallowing the lump in his throat:"I assure you, my only intention was to ensure the safety of my operations. We handle many sensitive items, and... and discretion is my specialty."
The Uchiha boss leaned closer. "This is your only warning. The Uchiha boss do not take kindly to prying eyes. If you value your life, your company, your lineage—then forget this night."
And with a whisper of displaced air, the shinobi was gone, leaving only the echo of his footsteps and the taste of fear in Gennosuke's mouth.
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A/N: His Greed got him... he wanted to take over the boss (uchiha) who is dealing with red ring scrolls and hidden flames gambling house... so he can be the sole profiter... well red ring scrolls(uchiha's orders) contain the information, delivery, place and time. That is money.
But why are uchiha's purchasing weapons in bulk?