Uchiha Clan Compound — Conference Hall
"Recently, the suppression of our clan by the village leadership has become more and more unbearable!"
"Just this morning, when I stepped outside the clan district, I was shadowed by members of the Anbu! What's the meaning of that? Are they guarding us Uchiha like criminals?"
"That's right! The elders and even the Hokage's office treat us as if we were already traitors!"
"Patriarch, we can't keep enduring this, let's act first!"
"Exactly! Waiting any longer will only tighten their leash around our necks!"
"..."
Voices of resentment filled the chamber. The tension that had been building in the Uchiha compound since the end of the Nine-Tails incident now simmered like fire beneath thin ice.
Sitting quietly in the corner, a black-haired teenager suddenly froze. His dark eyes flickered with confusion before clarity slowly returned to them.
He sighed softly.
"I didn't expect… I'd end up being dragged into the Uchiha Clan Rebellion timeline."
Yes he had transmigrated.
He had crossed over into the body of a young man named Uchiha Senya.
And this identity was far from ordinary.
Because his elder brother was none other than the Uchiha Shisui, the prodigy famed as "Shisui of the Body Flicker."
However, unlike his brother, Senya was a complete rookie barely a Genin, with weak chakra reserves and a half-developed Sharingan that flickered unreliably.
After Shisui's tragic death officially declared a suicide Senya became utterly alone.
But that wasn't even the worst part.
The current year was Konoha Year 55 just a few months before the infamous Night of the Uchiha Massacre.
Senya's mind raced.
"Should I… try to sneak out of the village now?"
The thought was tempting but fleeting.
He immediately shook his head. Leaving the village was even more dangerous.
Outside Konoha's walls lurked countless missing-nin, bounty hunters, and spies from Iwagakure and Kumogakure all of whom would covet the Sharingan.
With his weak strength and no allies, escaping would be no different from walking straight into a trap.
"A sheep that escapes the pen only gets eaten faster," he murmured bitterly.
If he fled, he might not even survive long enough to see the Uchiha downfall.
A heavy silence fell over his thoughts. He could only grit his teeth and endure.
At the front of the chamber, Uchiha Fugaku, arms folded, spoke in his calm yet commanding voice:
"We are still part of Konohagakure. If internal conflict breaks out, it will only lead to another war. We must not forget peace was bought with countless lives on the battlefield."
A few murmurs of discontent rippled through the room, but no one dared speak further.
"Tch…"
In the corner, Senya couldn't help but pout in frustration.
"Always the same speech, Patriarch. Cherish peace, hold back our anger, endure... But how long can we endure when peace only exists for everyone except us?"
His crimson eyes flickered faintly in the dim light, The Sharingan stirring for the first time since he awoke in this world.
Every time the clansmen raised their dissatisfaction and proposed taking action, Uchiha Fugaku would always find various reasons to deflect their anger.
On the surface, he spoke of cherishing peace and avoiding bloodshed.
But in reality?
It was hesitation weakness and concession!
The village leadership had already begun monitoring their every move through the Anbu and the Konoha Police Force restructuring. Yet Fugaku still talked about understanding and coexistence!
People were already trampling the Uchiha name into the dirt, and he still wouldn't even dare raise his voice.
If that wasn't weakness, then what was it?
"Do you really think the elders or the Hokage will ever understand us?"
Bah!
In the hearts of the Konoha council and the elders like Shimura Danzō, the Uchiha Clan itself was a threat to be contained!
After all, during the Nine-Tails' Attack on Konoha, many believed that the Uchiha's Sharingan was responsible for controlling the beast. From that moment on, the clan had been pushed to the edge of the village physically and politically.
Qianye felt his stomach churn. He was too disgusted to listen any longer. He rose silently, preparing to leave the suffocating meeting.
But at that moment
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[Ding! System initializing…]
[Binding successful.]
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"System?"
His eyes widened slightly, before a faint smile crept across his face.
"You're finally here!"
"Hurry and tell me your functions!"
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[This is the Clan Ascension System.]
[Designed to assist the host in making the Uchiha Clan the most powerful clan in the ninja world.]
[As the clan's reputation, strength, and influence rise, the host will receive corresponding rewards.]
[Ding! Main Quest Released: Fundamentally Change the Fate of the Uchiha Clan.]
[Mission Objective: Challenge the Patriarch and seize leadership of the clan.]
[Mission Reward: Three-Tomoe Sharingan + First Hokage's Cells.]
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"…"
Qianye was speechless.
The rewards were tempting beyond belief but the mission itself was madness!
"Challenge Fugaku? Are you kidding me?"
This was Uchiha Fugaku, the Patriarch of the clan!
Known throughout the Third Great Ninja War as 'Fugaku of the Wicked Eyes', his reputation came from the corpses of enemy jōnin.
He wasn't just the clan head he was the strongest active Uchiha besides Itachi himself.
Even within the manga timeline, Itachi once implied his father possessed a Mangekyō Sharingan. Though Fugaku never displayed it openly, the power was there burning quietly beneath calm eyes.
During the Third Shinobi War, Fugaku's mere presence was enough to rout enemy squads. The rumor of his eyes eyes said to rival those of Madara's descendants spread across battlefields.
And now, the system wanted him, a Genin-level nobody, to challenge that man?
It was insane.
But also… thrilling.
Because in truth, Fugaku's concealment was one of his greatest flaws.
He had awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan but hid it from both his clan and the village elders.
On one hand, it was to avoid provoking Danzō and the Hokage's Council. On the other, it was to prevent his own clan from becoming overly rebellious if they knew how powerful he truly was.
To Qianye, this secrecy was cowardice disguised as caution.
"If you want the higher-ups to respect you," he thought, "then fear works better than obedience."
Deterrence, not concession, was the true path of power in this world.
And that was something every Uchiha once understood.
Even so, Qianye knew that challenging someone of shadow-level strength while being barely Genin-level was nothing short of suicidal.
But he also knew one thing: inaction meant death anyway.
"If I don't try now, then in half a year, the 'Night of the Massacre' will claim me regardless."
"So why not take a gamble?"
Qianye's eyes burned with defiance.
"Even if I fail, at least I'll die standing!"
Having made up his mind, he clenched his fists and rose to his feet.
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At that moment, the meeting was wrapping up.
Fugaku rubbed the bridge of his nose wearily. "That's enough for today. Everyone, return to your homes and keep calm. We will discuss the next step once we have more information from the Hokage's office."
The murmurs of discontent simmered again, but no one dared to oppose the patriarch openly. One by one, the clansmen prepared to leave.
Until a sharp voice broke the silence.
"Wait!"
Every head turned.
It was Qianye.
"Qianye?" someone whispered in disbelief.
Fugaku looked up, his brows slightly furrowed. "What is it, Qianye?"
The young man stepped forward, eyes firm, voice unwavering.
"Uncle Fugaku, I believe you are no longer fit to lead the clan."
A heavy silence descended.
"So…" he declared,
"I, Uchiha Qianye, challenge you for the position of Patriarch!"
The words slammed through the hall like a thunderclap.
Instantly, the conference room erupted in shock.
"What did he say?!"
"Did he just challenge the Patriarch!?"
"He's only a Genin! Has he lost his mind?"
Even the elders and senior Uchiha gasped in disbelief.
Fugaku's calm expression didn't waver. He sighed softly, the faintest trace of fatigue in his eyes.
He had known this day would come resentment had been boiling for years but he never imagined the first to stand against him would be Shisui's weak younger brother.
Still, the Uchiha had their traditions.
And once a formal challenge was issued, the Patriarch could not refuse.
"Very well," Fugaku said at last, his tone solemn. "According to the clan's rules"
He rose to his feet, eyes narrowing slightly, his aura pressing down like a storm.
"I accept your challenge, Uchiha Qianye."
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