Naruto: Unhinged Uchiha

In the interrogation room, Kanzou sat back casually in his chair, legs propped up on the table, gazing indifferently at Fugaku, who was kneeling on the ground with his hands and ankles cuffed.

Since his Chakra was also sealed using a sealing Jutsu… Fugaku was helpless and couldn’t do anything except sit there.

“Assaulting a fellow Konoha shinobi with intent to kill... Fugaku-san, doesn’t this mean that you are a traitor now?”

“Humph! If that’s the story you intend to spin, then kill me, the supposed traitor… I dare you to do it if you’ve got the guts!”

Fugaku snarled through swollen lips, bruised face, and burnt clothes… glaring at Kanzou with fury.

“Kanzou-sama,” Shin said slyly, “Why not just fulfill his wish and kill him now? He attacked you first. Even if we end him here, Hokage would have no grounds to object.”

The bloodlust in his eyes was unmistakable; he clearly wanted Fugaku dead.

As far as he was concerned, the Hokage had no reason to interfere, and the current patriarch, old and nearing death, wasn’t worth worrying about.

Kanzou slowly stood and walked over to the restrained Fugaku.

He stared down at him, then lightly patted him on the head, like an elder condescendingly pacifying a disobedient child.

“Fugaku-san, you’re still too unstable. Hold on to that anger, you're going to need it for what’s coming next.”

After leaving words that Fugaku didn’t understand, only felt bad about, he turned and gestured to Shin, “I don’t care what method you use. Just make sure he signs the confession.”

“Understood, Kanzou-sama,” Shin grinned cruelly at Fugaku.

Interrogation and torture are his specialties. And he is confident that the so-called young Patriarch’s next few days in prison would be something he’d not forget for the rest of his short-lived lived miserable life…

Still, Shin couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed.

If Kanzou had chosen to kill Fugaku, there would be nothing left standing in his path to becoming the next patriarch.

…

Just as Kanzou stepped out of the interrogation room, he was met by the current Uchiha patriarch, Uchiha Douma, who is also Fugaku’s father.

“What a surprise,” he greeted the Douma with a faint smile. “Didn’t expect the patriarch to drop by the Police Station today.”

“Kanzou,” Douma said sharply, “where is my son?”

Kanzou replied coolly. “He’s in the right place… inside the cell under custody, for attacking a fellow shinobi, which is a heinous crime, if you don’t remember.”

Even when standing before the patriarch of the Uchiha Clan, Kanzou showed no hint of respect.

After all, this old man had spent years suppressing him to pave the way for his son to become the next patriarch. How could Kanzou show an ounce of respect towards such a guy?

“Ridiculous! Release him immediately!” Douma snapped.

“The captain of the Military Police Force being arrested by his own subordinates, if that gets out, the entire Police Force will be a laughing stock! Is that what you want, Kanzou? To disgrace our name?”

Kanzou met Douma’s furious gaze calmly and shook his head, “On the contrary, everyone will look at us with trusting eyes knowing that the Police Force doesn’t even let go of their so-called young Patriarch if he is a traitor… and they’ll admire us… the sacrifices we are willing to make for the sake of the village…”

Obviously, he had no intention of releasing Fugaku… at least, not this easily.

Hearing Kanzou’s logic, Douma deflated a little… he understood that the boy couldn’t be persuaded like that… and directly chose to use his authority, “Kanzou… I am not going to repeat myself… Release Fugaku, this is an order from me!”

“Order? And what if I refuse to follow your order?” replied Kanzou with a taunt, not at all afraid of the old fossil.

“I’m the patriarch of the Uchiha clan! You dare defy me?” A cold glint flickered in Douma’s eyes as he released his chakra. A powerful aura surged from his body, one that edged close to Elite Jōnin Level.

As the patriarch of the Uchiha Clan, he was certainly no weakling. In his prime, he had been a formidable quasi-Kage-level shinobi.

Unfortunately, the severe injuries he sustained during the Second Great Ninja War had left him greatly weakened.

Of course, that didn’t mean he was not a force to be reckoned with.

But even in the face of Douma’s Elite Jōnin-level pressure, Kanzou didn’t flinch.

He stood firm, unmoved by the weight of the old man's presence.

Not to mention Douma’s current weakened state, even at his peak, he would never have posed a serious threat to Kanzou.

“Fugaku-san attacked a fellow Uchiha shinobi. That is, without question, an act of betrayal towards the village and towards the Clan,” he repeated calmly, before adding, “And now, Patriarch, you’re asking me to release him? Are you trying to cover up treason?”

He raised a hand and spoke with a warm, almost gentle smile.

“Covering for a traitor is a crime in itself. Someone, come. Arrest the patriarch and put him in a cell.”

“Understood, Kanzou-sama,” At his signal, Souta stepped forward, leading several Police officers without hesitation.

Today, Kanzou intended to arrest both father and son.

These two had been a constant thorn in his side. If he didn’t take this opportunity to strike back, he would be doing a disservice to the Evil System he was bound to.

“Y-You dare… cough- cough—” Douma coughed violently, his face flushed with anger. His condition was clearly worsening, but he still shouted, “Kanzou, have you lost your mind?! You want to arrest me? Do you intend to rebel against the Clan?! I am the PATRIARCH! I will have your head for this audacity…!”

When he heard Kanzou call his son a traitor, his fury nearly caused him to collapse on the spot.

“Any man who must say, ‘I am the Patriarch,’ is no true Patriarch,” Kanzou taunted, shamelessly borrowing words from a certain lion’s dictionary. He continued without pause, “Douma-sama… do you truly believe you’re worthy of being the Patriarch of the Uchiha Clan? No, you’re not. You were never meant to become Patriarch. You weren’t even a candidate.”

His voice sharpened. “You simply got lucky. Uchiha Kagami died on a mission. The other candidate lost interest. As for my sensei, she chose solitude over power. That’s all. You inherited a position others didn’t want.”

Douma’s expression faltered at Kanzou’s words, because that was precisely how events had unfolded.

Back then, there had been three candidates, Uchiha Kagami and two others. Kagami had died on a mission, and the remaining two had shown no interest in the position. That was how Douma had become Patriarch.

But being reminded of it so bluntly was the last thing he wanted.

Kanzou pressed on. “And you claim that I’m rebelling against the Clan?” he scoffed. “This isn’t rebellion. Your son attacked a fellow Uchiha shinobi. Are you unaware that infighting between shinobi is strictly forbidden in Konoha? Fugaku-san deserves execution for that crime, yet I’ve shown restraint. I imprisoned him instead, giving him the chance to reflect on his mistake.”

His voice hardened. “And what are you doing? Trying to cover it up. That doesn’t just make your son a traitor, it makes you one as well, for aiding his treason.”

Even as Kanzou spoke, Souta had already moved into action. Without hesitation, his blade shot toward Douma’s waist, aiming to end it quickly.

Had the strike landed, it would have been fatal. In his current state, Douma could not afford such a wound.

But despite his illness, Douma was still a powerhouse.

Even though his instincts had weakened, they weren’t weakened enough, and he managed to narrowly evade the blow, making it clear that Souta wouldn’t be able to bring him down so easily.

Several Uchiha loyalists who had followed Douma stepped forward, ready to intervene, but Kanzou’s eyes flashed as he activated his Three Tomoe Sharingan and swept his gaze across them, “I shall not allow a traitor and his sympathizers to roam freely. I shall do my duty for the sake of my loyalty to my village and my clan, even if it means punishing my own kin. If either of you wants to follow in the footsteps of a traitor… then go ahead. I dare you.”

With just a few words from Kanzou, everyone froze in place.

No one dared to move.

Anyone familiar with Kanzou knew exactly what kind of man he was, ruthless and unrelenting.

He had participated in the Second Great Shinobi War and made a name for himself along the likes of White Fang and the Sannin… emerging as exceptionally talented and strong.

Many within the Uchiha clan respected him not just for his talent, but because he had earned his reputation through sheer strength, by killing many enemies with his own hands.

His oppressive killing intent, combined with the raw Visual Prowess of his Three Tomoe Sharingan, left the surrounding shinobi paralysed with fear.

As for the old man, Douma, he had made a fatal mistake.

Instead of bringing the clan’s true elite shinobi, he arrived with only a handful of guards and servants. He believed that his status as Patriarch would command respect, that Kanzou would back down, just as he had done a few times before.

What Douma failed to understand was that Kanzou’s earlier concessions had never been born of submission. They were calculated choices, made to avoid unnecessary trouble at the time.

But now, now that Kanzou had awakened the Evil System, he had decided he would no longer let anything slide.

‘Still… this old guy is tougher than I thought,’ he thought to himself.

He was observing carefully as Souta led men to arrest Douma and the people following him… and surprisingly, Douma performed quite well, whether in taijutsu or ninjutsu, he was still on par with Uchiha Souta.

This meant Souta likely wouldn't be able to take the old man down in a short time.

Seizing the moment, Kanzou moved.

In an instant, several shuriken flew toward Douma, aimed with deadly precision, targeting his heart, throat, and limbs.

The Patriarch reacted swiftly. With a kunai in hand, he deflected three of the projectiles, dodged two, but one still managed to pierce his right hand.

The Uchiha clan was known for its unmatched skill with shuriken. Combined with the heightened insight of the Sharingan, their accuracy with throwing weapons was lethal.

“Bastard,” Douma muttered, casting a sidelong glance at Kanzou.

Kanzou smirked. “Fufu… Douma-sama… you wouldn’t call this unfair, would you? After all, you’re the Patriarch, so strong, so capable. I’m merely lending a hand to Souta, who only recently became a jōnin… and is still just fourteen years old.”

Calling the fight unfair was a ridiculous thought, and Douma knew it.

After all, stealth and deception were the very essence of a shinobi. Not everyone could charge into battle like Uchiha Madara.

Without hesitation, Kanzou used the Body Flicker Technique, drew Ryūjin Jakka, and brought it down in a clean, devastating arc.

No sword in this world, not even the legendary Kusanagi, could match its devastating nature.

With a single slash, the unguarded strike left a deep, burning gash across Douma’s chest.

Staring at the burning wound on his torso and the suffocating smell that came from the burnt area, Douma immediately thought, ‘This bastard… h-he didn’t hold back, at all!’

In fact, Douma was wrong… Kanzou had held back considerably. With that slash, he could have taken Douma’s life… but he didn’t do so immediately; rather, he only severely injured him.

As he withdrew his blade, he seamlessly shifted into the Uchiha clan’s fluid close-combat style.

Douma, now wounded in one arm, struggled. He couldn’t even perform ninjutsu, after all, not every shinobi could weave signs with a single hand.

At close range, in his weakened state, how could an aging man like him possibly stand against Kanzou?

To make matters worse, Kanzou wasn’t alone. Souta stood by, ready to strike at any moment… and having heard the commotion, Shin had also come out.

Under their combined assault, Douma was quickly overwhelmed.

Grievously injured, he collapsed to the ground, bloodied and defeated.

"Alright, that should be enough…”

Just as Souta prepared to deliver the killing blow, Kanzou raised a hand to stop him.

There was no point in going that far.

The old fossil wouldn’t live much longer, especially after suffering such serious injuries.

Killing him now would only bring unnecessary trouble. If the old man lasted even a week, that would be a generous estimate… and hardly worth the effort.

“Uchiha Douma attempted to cover for his traitorous son. Arrest him.” Kanzou gave the order with a devious smile.

Douma glared up at Kanzou, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Now he understood, Kanzou had been looking for an excuse to fight from the very start. All of this had been to provoke a confrontation and reopen his old wounds.

As shinobi moved to restrain the patriarch, Kanzou frowned slightly.

“Huh. No evil points for capturing this old man?”

He sighed. “What a waste.”

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