Faced with an Obito whose face was flushed red with urgency, Yoru showed no impatience at all.
"Finish your morning training first."
Rin laughed lightly.
"You're so dumb, Obito. Yoru-niisan hasn't even assigned your afternoon training yet."
"Ah? So that's how it is!"
Being able to talk to Rin—and seeing hope for the end of his physical torture—Obito instantly revived. He jumped three inches into the air, energy surging through his whole body as he started frog jumps even faster.
"What a terrifying creature, meow…" Miwa Masayo muttered close to Yoru's ear.
Before she could continue, Yoru signaled her to stop.
His hand casually stroked her fur—
—but the meaning he conveyed was clear:
Someone is watching.
Miwa Masayo immediately shut her mouth, leapt off his shoulder, and pretended to wander around the riverside training ground.
She found nothing unusual nearby.
But in the distance—
A group of people was approaching.
Many of them.
Different strengths, completely undisguised.
She hurried back.
"Someone's coming, meow. A lot of them."
Yoru glanced over.
As his focus sharpened, he felt the vibration from the ground.
Six people.
Two in front.
Two behind.
Two in the middle—lighter.
One of them extremely light.
A child.
From the rhythm and weight of their footsteps—
Yoru quickly deduced their identities.
The two in front—
Clan Head Fugaku Uchiha…
And Elder Uchiha Setsuna.
…That old bastard.
Is he here to cause trouble?
The moment he recognized Setsuna—
Yoru's mind wavered.
His concentration broke.
The footsteps vanished from his perception.
He hesitated.
How should he deal with him?
That old man had no shame.
When pushed into a corner, he would simply use his Three-Tomoe Sharingan to suppress others.
But today—
If he tried that again—
Yoru could resist.
And that…
Would expose his own Three-Tomoe Sharingan.
Fugaku knowing wasn't the problem.
But—
Obito was here.
And outsiders.
Yoru glanced at Miwa Masayo.
Then suddenly smiled.
I shouldn't expose my strength…
But Rika-chan doesn't have that restriction.
If she blocks Setsuna—
No one will suspect me.
"They're coming," Yoru said softly.
"Shall we discuss something, Miss Miwa Masayo?"
"Ugh… every time you use that disgusting tone to beg me, it makes me itchy, meow…"
"What do you want?"
"Buddha Jumps Over the Wall!"
"…Can we pick something else?"
"Nope. I only care about food, meow."
"…Fine."
"Yay, meow!"
With that settled—
Yoru relaxed.
He continued observing the trio training while maintaining his Hunyuan stance, absorbing natural energy nonstop.
Each trace of energy—
Filled him.
Strengthened him.
Pleasure surged continuously.
Compared to the painful grind of traditional ninja training—
This was addictive.
"Hmm, as expected—trash of the Uchiha," a hoarse voice suddenly cut through the training ground.
"And there are two of them here today. What a sight."
Obito froze.
He had been called trash many times before.
Usually—
Inside the clan.
And he rarely argued back.
Because he had nothing to prove himself.
But today—
Was different.
Seven days of brutal training had given him something.
And—
Rin was watching.
How could he endure it?
"I'm not trash—you are!"
Yoru burst into laughter.
"Obito, well said. This old man is the real disgrace of the Uchiha."
"Fugaku, look at them!" Setsuna barked. "One doesn't even wear the clan crest. The other is still doing toddler exercises—"
"Oh? And what do you expect the clan head to do to two official Konoha ninja?"
Yoru's tone turned sharp.
"Cut off my clan stipend? The one you already cut off privately?"
"You ignore clan rules. Ignore Konoha law. Ignore the clan's weakening state."
"Let me be blunt—"
"You're not just the clan's disgrace."
"You're its enemy."
Setsuna's face twisted.
"Nonsense! A coward like you—too afraid to even wear the clan crest—"
"Please," Yoru interrupted calmly.
"We're ninja. Not brainless samurai."
"Walking around showing the crest—what is that? A sign saying 'come take my Sharingan'?"
"Oh, right."
"You don't go to the battlefield anymore."
"You can say whatever you want."
"We're the ones who pay the price."
Obito suddenly cut in:
"Yoru-niisan, I think the crest should be shown. It scares enemies!"
Yoru froze.
"…Obito."
"Which side are you on?"
He was speechless.
Of course he knew he was twisting logic.
The Uchiha name did carry weight.
But this was an argument.
Who argues with logic?
Idiot… I really want to kill him.
Then—
Yoru glanced at Fugaku again.
And his heart skipped.
The count was wrong.
Not six.
Seven.
Beside Fugaku stood Mikoto Uchiha, gently holding a baby—
Itachi Uchiha.
On the other side—
A small boy.
Four or five years old.
Bright eyes.
Round nose.
Yoru instantly knew—
Shisui Uchiha.
Add Obito—
Three future prodigies.
Three seeds of the Mangekyō Sharingan.
No wonder…
Three White Zetsu nearby…
They came ahead of time.
Yoru's brief distraction only fueled Setsuna's rage.
The elder's eyes snapped open—
Three tomoe spinning.
His overwhelming ocular power surged like a storm.
Pressing down on Yoru—
And Obito.
He wanted them to kneel.
To lose face.
To collapse.
To beg.
To be crushed.
Miwa Masayo didn't hesitate.
She leapt onto Yoru's shoulder—
And let out a roar:
"Meow!!"
…Cute.
But—
The instant that sound rang out—
A terrifying, tiger-like pressure erupted.
It crushed Setsuna's ocular force in an instant.
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