Uchiha Police Force — Notice to All Villagers
Recently,
The Uchiha Clan's Crimson Guard engaged in a fierce battle in Infinite City, a major stronghold in the eastern Land of Fire, against the invading main forces of Kirigakure, who had crossed the sea.
In this battle, the enemy commander Fuguki Suikazan led over two thousand elite Mist shinobi in a sudden and violent invasion.
To defend the homeland and protect the people, the Uchiha Crimson Guard stood firm at Infinite City and met the enemy head-on.
After a night of bloody fighting, the enemy suffered devastating losses.
Their main force was shattered, and their commander, Fuguki Suikazan, was severely wounded and captured, his arrogance completely extinguished.
However, war is cruel, and victory never comes without cost.
Our brave Crimson Guard and the noble Uchiha clan paid a heavy price in this battle.
Many loyal and courageous clan members stained the battlefield with their blood, sacrificing themselves for the people.
Those who survived now carry many injuries.
Furthermore, a massive fire destroyed a large amount of supplies, resulting in losses totaling five hundred million.
This battle fully demonstrates the iron will of Konoha's ninja to protect their homeland and resist powerful enemies.
It also reflects the unwavering loyalty and dedication of the Uchiha clan to the Hidden Leaf Village.
We hereby announce this to the entire village.
Let all villagers remember the deeds of our heroes, understand the hardship of ninja warfare, and unite to overcome these difficult times.
—Konoha Military Police Force
The official notice, just over three hundred words long, was written in neat handwriting and stamped with a bright red seal.
Within hours, it had been posted on every bulletin board at every street corner in Konoha.
The paste had not even dried yet.
Under the sunlight, it still glistened wet.
At the very center of the village—the most eye-catching location—Ginza Tower pushed the propaganda to its peak.
Four enormous banners, each several stories long, hung down the sides of the building.
Black characters on white cloth.
Bold.
Powerful.
Each character was as large as a shield.
From almost anywhere in the village, one only needed to look up to see those massive words proclaiming the Uchiha's "tragic victory."
Like silent banners hanging over the entire village.
Outside the Ninja Academy, the bulletin board was surrounded by children and parents seeing them off.
"Father… what does this mean?"
A little girl with twin braids pointed at the words describing bloodshed.
She looked frightened—but curious.
Her father, a crippled shinobi, knelt beside her.
Pointing to phrases like blood-stained battlefield and heavy sacrifice, he explained quietly.
"Being a ninja means protecting everyone."
"Sometimes… that means paying a very heavy price."
"The Uchiha are heroes."
On the academy playground, children gathered together.
Their eyes drifted toward the Uchiha students carrying the fan crest.
There was envy in their gazes.
But even more respect.
Most of them were only twelve or thirteen years old.
Yet they already understood what sacrifice and death meant.
One instructor even used the notice as a temporary lesson.
He spoke about teamwork.
About sacrifice.
And about the Will of Fire.
At one desk sat a young Uchiha girl with a short ponytail.
She stared blankly at the words written on the board.
Her older brother served in the Crimson Guard.
Every passionate sentence from the teacher tightened her heart.
"The Will of Fire?"
"That's clearly the achievement of the older brothers and sisters!"
One Uchiha boy suddenly shouted in the classroom.
"If it's really the Will of Fire, why wasn't the Hokage on the front lines protecting everyone?!"
The children who dreamed of becoming Hokage fell silent.
Most of them were still innocent.
Their favorite game was pretending to become Hokage one day.
Protect the village.
Protect everyone.
Use powerful ninjutsu to destroy enemies.
Not sit safely inside the village while others fought.
"Don't talk nonsense!"
A Sarutobi instructor shouted angrily.
"If you want to become Hokage, you must learn to think like the Hokage! Then you'll understand the Third Hokage's intentions!"
"I won't!"
The stubborn Uchiha temperament appeared even in children.
"Then get out, Uchiha!"
"Fine! I'm leaving!"
"You can't teach anything anyway! It's all useless knowledge!"
Watching the Uchiha student walk out without hesitation, the Sarutobi instructor opened his mouth—
Then suddenly felt a trace of regret.
Across the village streets, the atmosphere was even more complicated.
Outside a barbecue restaurant, several shinobi who had just returned from missions sat drinking sake.
They spoke in low voices while waiting to be summoned to the war.
"Two thousand Mist shinobi… damn."
"The Uchiha must've fought like hell."
"Their losses can't be small. The notice is vague, but the words heavy sacrifice aren't light."
"Still, they won."
"The eastern front can breathe for a while."
"But the spotlight they're getting… hm."
Someone clicked his tongue thoughtfully.
Another praised openly.
"One against ten."
"Facing overwhelming enemies."
"Losses counted in hundreds of millions."
"Truly the number one clan in the ninja world."
"If we had more Uchiha, things would be better."
"They look cold and scary, but working with them isn't bad."
"At least they keep their word."
"You can trust them."
"Unlike certain other clans…"
"Shut up and eat."
Another man interrupted loudly.
"Drink more and talk less before the war starts."
At the marketplace, housewives exchanged rumors while selecting vegetables.
"Did you hear?"
"The Uchiha fought a terrible battle in Infinite City."
"So many people died."
"No wonder the Military Police have looked so serious these past days."
"I wonder when my husband will come home…"
The words fell like stones into calm water.
Several women nearby stopped what they were doing.
Even the Uchiha had suffered heavy losses.
What about their own husbands and sons?
Many of them were only chunin… or even genin.
What dangers awaited them?
"I just hope the Hokage can find a way to end this war soon."
A younger woman lowered her head.
Her voice trembled with tears.
Passing nearby, Uzumaki Kushina felt a heavy ache in her chest.
If she were stronger…
If she could fully control the Nine-Tails…
Konoha would not be invaded like this.
"The Uchiha are strong,"
An old man leaning on a cane muttered while staring at the banners on Ginza Tower.
"But they still aren't like the Senju."
"If the First Hokage or the Second Hokage were still alive, the other villages would've already been defeated."
Then he paused.
"…Still."
"These Uchiha didn't disgrace the village."
In the orphanage, a blonde woman led the children in prayers for the Uchiha.
In taverns.
Tea houses.
Mission halls.
Every gathering place in the village—
This report became the hottest topic.
Some people genuinely admired the Uchiha's bravery and sacrifice.
Others felt relief that the eastern front had stabilized.
And some quietly speculated about the shifting balance of power between the Uchiha and the village leadership.
But not long after—
Another report swept through Konoha like a freezing storm.
The eastern Konoha army…
Had been completely annihilated.
All the discussions.
All the admiration.
All the speculation—
Were instantly replaced by grief and panic.
"Over a thousand shinobi… gone."
"If the Uchiha hadn't held Infinite City…"
"The east would've completely collapsed."
"Praise the Uchiha!"
Inside the Uchiha clan compound—
Lights burned brightly in the clan leader's chamber as evening approached.
Paper doors were closed.
All outside noise shut out.
Uchiha Setsuna, Uchiha Hokaku, and the old clan leader sat around a low table.
Spread across the table were two documents.
One was the detailed battlefield report delivered through the ninja cat network.
Written in Mikoto's handwriting.
Clear.
Precise.
The other was the public announcement released that morning.
Somewhat exaggerated.
Hokaku stared between the two documents for a long time.
Then sighed softly.
"Mikoto… that girl."
"She's learned some bad habits."
He shook his head.
"This method… doesn't feel right."
"Bad habits?!"
Setsuna snorted.
"What nonsense!"
"What do you know, old fossil?"
"According to Anlan's 'Propaganda Department' theory'—"
"This is called guiding public opinion, strengthening collective identity, and boosting morale."
"In simpler words?"
"Everyone must believe the Uchiha fought a tragic battle."
"But as long as the Uchiha stand—there is hope."
He crossed his arms confidently.
"Facts are the foundation."
"But facts alone are useless."
"Konoha's fools destroyed the eastern army themselves."
"People are terrified."
"At times like this, someone must step forward and tell them—"
"The Uchiha are holding the eastern line."
"And we will hold it no matter the cost."
"This notice hits exactly where people are weakest."
"Where they need someone to rely on."
"That's intelligence."
"That's strategy."
"Mikoto has grown up."
"She understands how to use the pen to win the hearts of the people."
"It can't always be the Hokage controlling the narrative."
The old clan leader sat quietly in the main seat.
Listening.
A trace of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.
"Enough."
Both men fell silent.
"The battle report shows the clan's true strength."
"The notice displays the clan's public image."
"And information itself becomes the clan's voice."
"If the voice fails…"
"Even strong foundations will be misunderstood."
"And even a glorious image becomes hollow."
"If the Uchiha wish to remain strong and endure—"
"All three are necessary."
"None can be missing."
His gaze grew deeper.
"Right now, the hearts of the people are unstable."
"The tide of public opinion is rising."
"If we do not guide it now…"
"It will either fade away—or become a disaster."
"And that may give Hiruzen Sarutobi an opportunity."
He tapped the table lightly.
"It is time to begin the expansion plan Anlan prepared before departing."
"Using Konoha's resources…"
"To strengthen the Uchiha."
"Under the name of reinforcing the eastern front…"
"Recruit troops."
"Build our own strength."
Setsuna nodded slowly.
"But look at Konoha now."
"The number of available shinobi barely reaches a hundred."
"And Hiruzen Sarutobi controls every one of them."
"He'll never give them to us."
Hokaku stroked his beard thoughtfully.
Then his eyes suddenly lit up.
"You mean… the other clans?"
He frowned.
"But those opportunists?"
"They move wherever the wind blows."
"We must show them something real."
"Something that proves following the Uchiha isn't just chasing heroic fame."
"But real benefits."
"Real opportunities."
He asked the crucial question.
"How much do we reveal?"
"And how?"
The old clan leader laughed quietly.
"Oh?"
"Do you think I've been sitting here doing nothing all these years?"
Setsuna and Hokaku exchanged looks.
Their expressions grew strange.
The old man snorted.
"When the Crimson Guard departed…"
"The Hyūga clan's old fox sent his second son with them."
"The report clearly mentions a Hyūga."
"They know the truth."
"And Anlan allowed it."
He took a sip of tea.
His eyes sharp.
"Soon enough…"
"The Hyūga will come knocking."
"Under the excuse of checking on their clan member."
"With the Uchiha in front…"
"And the Hyūga behind…"
"How long do you think the other clans can remain still?"
Setsuna nodded slowly.
"There is still one problem."
"The reaction of Kirigakure."
"If Suikazan's defeat enrages the Mizukage…"
"And the Mist launches a massive invasion across the sea…"
"Those opportunistic clans might retreat again."
Hokaku sneered.
"Konoha is here."
"Where could they run?"
Finally, the old clan leader made the decision.
"Anlan's plan remains unchanged."
"We expand recruitment under the name of supporting the eastern front."
"Let them decide."
"Will they join when victory is certain…"
"Or when the snowstorm arrives."
He paused.
Then added calmly:
"As for the clan's children who wish to leave the academy…"
"Let them leave."
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