While Isamu was still examining his Sharingan in the mirror, two members of the Uchiha clan knocked on his door.
"Who is it? Coming to see me at this hour?" Isamu muttered as he opened the door.
Outside stood two Uchiha shinobi.
When they saw Isamu, they only gave him a casual glance before speaking.
"Uchiha Isamu, the Clan Head wants to see you. Please come with us," said a young ninja who looked to be in his twenties, his face expressionless.
"No problem. Let's go."
Isamu nodded and followed them. He was curious to see what the current Clan Head wanted with him.
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Inside the Konoha Military Police headquarters, Uchiha Seiyou, the captain, carefully observed Isamu standing in front of him.
"Isamu, I heard that the Second Hokage lifted the restrictions placed on you. And that you've even awakened the Sharingan. Is that true?"
"Lord Clan Head, you didn't call me here in the middle of the night just to ask about this, did you?" Isamu replied, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"Of course not," Uchiha Seiyou said with a faint smile.
"Isamu, you are a member of the Uchiha clan and the former Young Clan Head. As the current Clan Head, I naturally have an obligation to care for my clansmen."
Hearing this, Isamu sneered inwardly.
If he wanted to say something like that, where was he all these years?
In the end, the man was just afraid of Senju Tobirama causing trouble. Now that he heard the restrictions had been lifted, he suddenly wanted to win him over.
What a joke.
However, Isamu didn't show his thoughts. Instead, he silently activated his Sharingan.
"Two Tomoe!"
Seeing the eyes in Isamu's sockets, Uchiha Seiyou gasped.
Shock filled his heart.
At only ten years old—and without any guidance—he already possessed a Two-Tomoe Sharingan.
The last report had said it was only a One-Tomoe. In just a few days, it had evolved again.
A true genius.
Although his strength was currently only at the level of a genin, that was without any training. Now that the restrictions had been lifted, his strength would undoubtedly grow rapidly.
He truly is Madara's son…
His talent was not inferior to Madara's in the slightest.
With Senju Tobirama increasingly marginalizing the Uchiha, even though Uchiha Kagami had become Tobirama's disciple, it was still far from enough.
If they could use Isamu to gather Madara's former supporters—and combine that with his potential—the Uchiha would regain their influence within Konoha.
Just from seeing the Two-Tomoe Sharingan, Uchiha Seiyou had already planned several moves ahead.
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"Isamu," Seiyou continued, "I know you hold grievances against the clan. You've suffered these past few years—losing your position as Young Clan Head and living a very modest life."
"But when facing Senju Tobirama, the clan had no choice."
"You understand that ever since your father defected, there has been no one in the clan who could rival him. We had no option but to compromise."
Seiyou directly played the emotional card.
"Oh? Clan Head, what exactly are you trying to say?" Isamu asked calmly, pretending not to understand.
"Isamu, since Senju Tobirama has lifted the restrictions on you, I hope you can properly return to the Uchiha clan."
"After all, we share the same blood. No matter how the clan treated you before, we are still better than outsiders."
"In the future, if there is anything you don't understand, you may come to me. Any ninjutsu you wish to learn, I can provide."
"And of course, as long as your strength is sufficient, restoring your status as Young Clan Head is not impossible."
"Mhm."
Listening to these empty promises, Isamu simply nodded.
After saying a brief farewell, he left.
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"Restoring my status as Young Clan Head…"
After leaving the building, Isamu snorted quietly.
"Uchiha Seiyou, you really think I'm a child? Trying to feed me empty promises. You picked the wrong person, you old fox."
He muttered softly as he walked toward home.
Suddenly, Isamu stopped.
"Aren't you tired of following me for so long?" he said with a frown.
Since leaving the Guard Division, he had felt the sensation of being watched. It was exactly the same feeling he used to get from the village ANBU.
Someone was definitely tailing him.
Swish!
The moment he spoke, a masked shinobi appeared in front of him.
"Uchiha Isamu, the Great Elder wants to see you. Come with me."
Isamu narrowed his eyes.
Today is getting interesting.
First Tobirama lifts my restrictions. Then the Clan Head summons me. Now the Great Elder of the war faction wants to see me too.
Interesting… very interesting.
"If the Great Elder wishes to see me, then lead the way," Isamu said calmly.
The masked ninja was slightly surprised.
He had expected some resistance, but Isamu agreed so easily.
Without saying anything else, he turned and began walking. Isamu followed behind him.
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Soon, they arrived at the outskirts of the Uchiha district, close to where Isamu lived.
A few minutes later, they stopped in front of a quiet courtyard.
After entering, Isamu saw an old man sitting calmly in the middle of the yard.
"Great Elder, the person has been brought."
"Mhm. I see. You may leave."
After the ninja departed, the old man spoke.
"You must be Uchiha Isamu. Come, sit. No need to be so formal."
"Alright."
Isamu sat down directly across from him.
"You really do resemble your father," the Great Elder said, studying his face.
"For a moment, it feels like I've returned to the days when Madara was still here."
"The same rebellious look. The same long hair."
Isamu rarely bothered maintaining his hair, simply letting it fall behind his back. Combined with his natural resemblance to Madara, the similarity was striking.
It was also one of the reasons Senju Tobirama found him particularly unpleasant to look at.
"Great Elder," Isamu said calmly, "it's already quite late. If there's something you want to say, please say it directly. I still have missions tomorrow."
He skipped the pleasantries entirely.
If the person sitting here had been Uchiha Seiyou, Isamu would never have spoken so bluntly.
But this elder was one of his father's loyal supporters.
Besides, Isamu was only a genin. Until he grew stronger, staying cautious was the smarter choice.
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The Great Elder didn't mind his bluntness.
In fact, speaking with Isamu felt almost like speaking with Madara himself.
He liked this kind of straightforward personality.
Suddenly, the old man stood up.
Then he knelt directly in front of Isamu.
"Young Clan Head," he said solemnly.
"Because of the Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama, I was unable to take care of you all these years. You suffered greatly because of it."
"I have failed you."
"And I have failed the trust Lord Madara placed in me."
"Great Elder, what are you doing?!"
Isamu quickly helped him up.
Compared to Uchiha Seiyou, the old man's sincerity was obvious.
Not only did he acknowledge Isamu's identity as the Young Clan Head, he had even knelt before him.
The difference between the two men was like night and day.
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"Young Clan Head, please come with me."
The Great Elder led Isamu into a hidden basement.
Inside were countless ninjutsu scrolls, along with piles of treasures and money.
"This… what is all this?"
Isamu looked at the old man in surprise.
"Now that Senju Tobirama has lifted the restrictions placed on you," the Great Elder said, "our War Faction will devote everything to cultivating you."
"You may learn any ninjutsu you desire."
"As long as your strength grows strong enough, all one hundred members of our faction will follow your command."
"And when the time comes—if you say the word and wish to leave Konoha—"
"We will follow you without hesitation."
Hearing this, cold sweat instantly formed on Isamu's back.
He quickly interrupted him.
"Great Elder, such words must not be spoken lightly."
"As long as Konoha has not wronged us, we cannot harbor such thoughts."
"Besides, it is far too early to talk about such things. Without strength, any ambition is just empty talk."
"And as for 'Young Clan Head'… please don't call me that anymore."
"That title belongs to the past."
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Hearing this response, the Great Elder looked at Isamu with clear surprise.
His earlier words had actually been a test.
A normal ten-year-old would have been overwhelmed by arrogance after hearing such promises.
But Isamu remained calm and rational.
This level of composure was far beyond his age.
At that moment, the Great Elder became even more certain of his decision.
Choosing Isamu had been the right choice.
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