Uchiha Patriarch

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Tenjō expressed his doubts, "The Hokage will never agree to such a proposition."

Fugaku's grin widened, a twisted satisfaction emanating from his words. "Of course, Father, I know he won't. But let's consider this scenario: if, let's say, another elder meets an unfortunate end, we would have the perfect excuse. We would have already warned the Hokage about the risks, and the responsibility would lie squarely in his hands." His insidious plan unfolded with a chilling sense of satisfaction.

Fueled by a vengeful desire for retribution, Fugaku subscribed to the ancient adage of "an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth." His twisted reasoning hinted at a path of escalating violence, strategically exploiting each tragedy to serve the Uchiha clan's hidden agenda.

Danzo and his fucking organization full of messed up fuckery, also known as the Root, have already spilled Uchiha-blood, but now it is time for them to experience their own taste of retribution. The scales of justice are about to tip, and Danzo will soon find himself in the crosshairs. Fugaku's thirst for vengeance will not be quenched until he has made Danzo bleed—an act that will mark the beginning of a long-awaited reckoning.

Uchiha Tenjō nodded in reluctant agreement, though his son's words unsettled him, casting a shadow of fear upon their relationship. The insidious nature of Fugaku's plans evoked a sense of unease, reminding Tenjō of the darkness that lurked within their clan.

"In the afternoon, I will present the investigation findings to the Hokage," Tenjō spoke wearily. "It appears that the shinobi responsible for the brutal assassinations of the two Elders can be traced to either the Land of Wind or the Land of Rain. With all this bloodshed, the Uchiha will likely adopt a more passive stance."

Fatigue weighed heavily on Tenjō's shoulders, for he was not a schemer by nature. Like most Uchiha, he preferred straightforwardness and direct action. The web of manipulation and hidden agendas that Fugaku wove left him feeling drained and uncertain of the path they were treading.

"As we move forward, we must intensify our patrols and bolster our presence during the night," Fugaku advised his father as they exited the morgue. "We'll push a select group to their limits, sending them out repeatedly. The villagers should perceive our efforts as valiant yet futile due to our limited manpower. It's not about the actual workload or tangible results that will earn us credit, but rather the art of deception. We must preserve the Uchiha Clan at all costs. Reputation won't help us in a fight."

Tenjō nodded in agreement, his voice filled with determination. "I will heed your suggestions, especially if they will alleviate the mounting pressure on the Uchiha clan. Deception shall become our ally in these troubled times."

For seven consecutive days, Konoha managed to maintain an illusion of harmony, seemingly untouched by assassinations. The villagers started to relax, and their fears momentarily eased. However, beneath the surface, the Uchiha Clan discreetly deployed a significant number of clansmen to safeguard the village day and night—a piece of news that spread quietly yet swiftly.

Amidst the façade of peace, unsettling rumors about assassinations began to circulate throughout Konoha. The identity of the perpetrator was believed to be confirmed as one hailing from the treacherous lands of Wind and Rain. However, occasional murmurs with differing claims surfaced, only to fade into oblivion soon after. The uncertainty of the situation fueled a growing sense of anxiety, leaving the villagers on edge, wondering when the next strike would occur and who would be its target.

Meanwhile, Fugaku stood dispassionately, observing the people of Konohagakure being manipulated and provoked, as a bystander. This repetitive cycle will continue, and eventually be used years later, to claim the life of Konoha's esteemed White Fang, forcing him into a tragic suicide at the very hands of Konoha's High Echelon.

Amidst the raging storm of public opinion, Fugaku found himself growing increasingly bored. The subtle shifts in the reputation of the Police Force are nothing but a trivial outcome in the grand scheme of things—unfortunate, perhaps, for the countless oblivious souls, but a mere stroke in the bigger picture Fugaku is trying to draw.

It seemed to him that the masses remained blind, unable to perceive the intricate web of manipulation that he saw so clearly. Their ignorance only reinforced his detached amusement, as he patiently waited for the next chapter of his meticulously orchestrated plan to unfold.

[POV: Narrator]

[Location: Hokage's Office]

[Date: The Afternoon after Tejo and Fugaku examined the Elder's Corpse - Seven days ago]

'I find myself plagued with uncertainty, questioning the wisdom of placing my trust in Fugaku,' Tenjo's thoughts swirled with anxiety as he traversed the path towards the Hokage's office. 'After all, he is but a mere child, yet since his graduation, an unsettling transformation has taken hold of him. There is an air of predatory cunning about him, a sharpness of wit that far surpasses my own. Our recent discussions have unveiled his astute grasp of the political landscape, leaving me feeling inadequate in comparison. Perhaps, against all odds, Fugaku embodies the very essence of what the Uchiha Clan requires to break free from their impending doom, a path that seems destined to lead to our demise.'

As Tenjo made his way through the corridors, his heart weighed heavy with trepidation. Doubt gnawed at his every step, casting shadows of unease upon his resolve.

Is it wise to place their clan's fate in the hands of a young prodigy? The implications of his choices weighed heavily upon him, stirring a tempest of anxious thoughts. Yet, amidst the turmoil, he couldn't deny the glimmer of hope that flickered within, urging him to take this leap of faith. In this high-stakes game, the future of the Uchiha Clan hung in the balance, and Tenjo couldn't shake the nagging feeling that Fugaku might just be their unlikely savior.

Stepping into the Hokage's Office, Tenjo was met with a breathtaking sight that never failed to astound him. The grandeur of the room unfolded before his eyes, a scene he had witnessed all too frequently. The office boasted towering windows that stretched from floor to ceiling, offering a panoramic view of Konohagakure. Sunlight cascaded through the expansive glass, bathing the room in an ethereal glow, while revealing the village in all its splendor below. It was a vantage point that commanded reverence, a reminder of the immense responsibility that rested upon the Hokage's shoulders.

The sheer magnitude of the office left an indelible impression. It was a stark reminder that the decisions made within these walls would shape the destiny of the village and its inhabitants.

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