Year 54 {Just Before The Uchiha Shishui Death Crisis}:
The Konoha Police Department, established as a prestigious institution responsible for maintaining internal order - resolving disputes, investigating crimes, identifying and interrogating infiltrators, safeguarding village security, and enforcing shinobi law.
Uniquely, its ranks were composed almost entirely of members of the Uchiha clan. The Uchihas with their bloodline limit, the Sharingan; gain exceptional skills in genjutsu and sensory perception making them ideal for identifying internal threats, tracing infiltrations, and interrogating rogue elements. For these reasons, Senju Tobirama, the Second Hokage of Konoha, granted Uchihas unparalleled investigative and interrogation authority.
At first glance, this staffing choice suggested deep trust in the Uchiha clan's capabilities. In reality, it served as a subtle form of segregation - a façade of empowerment that masked strategic containment. Their exclusive ranks alienated them from the broader shinobi community, branding their authority as "clan-based" rather than village-sanctioned. They were seen not as Konoha's protectors, but as enforcers of a power that villagers quietly feared.
Despite their efficiency, the Uchiha found themselves viewed with suspicion rather than respect. Their Sharingan, once a celebrated asset, became a symbol of threat. The Uchiha clan, historically entrusted with law enforcement, now felt marginalized.
The Konoha Police Department's mere presence began to evoke unease - not because of any particular misconduct on its part, but due to deliberate undermining from the village's political elite. Danzo's subtle manipulations paint them as a threat, power-hungry and dangerous while their strict efforts to maintain order only fueled further distrust. Civilian complaints - few genuine, others likely manufactured - grew in number and visibility. The Hokage advisors promoted the idea that placing village law under one clan was inherently unstable. Even a few daring council members followed the tune and started questioning the wisdom of entrusting village law to a "singular, prideful clan."
While the department enjoyed theoretical autonomy on paper, it was subtly kept out of broader village decision-making. They were guardians of the people, but not of policy. Their jurisdiction excluded high-level military operations and Hokage directives. The physical precinct was built on the outskirts of Konoha - symbolizing their literal and metaphorical distance from the village's heart.
The Uchiha district had grown colder - fewer smiles, louder murmurs, eyes that linger too long on ANBU patrol routes around the clan compound. Intensified surveillance on the clan compound; clan members continuously tailed by masked operatives. Records were redacted, missions rerouted without explanation, and orders issued with vague rationale. Civilian arrests scrutinized like political statements. Trust was fraying.
Danzo's men lingering near the police headquarters — not openly, but visibly enough to be felt. There was something unspoken in the wind. Even Genin brats from the Academy crossed the street to avoid police patrols. One flick of an officer's cloak, and mothers clutched their children tighter.
"We Serve Yet We Are Feared" The police headquarters' common room echoed with this refrain every evening.
Officers were torn between their role in protecting Konoha and their duty to the Uchiha cause. Being both protectors and pariahs poisoned morale within the Konoha Police Department. Officers endured slurs, cold shoulders, and fabricated charges against their conduct. Mission assignments became sparse or symbolic, sidelining the department from meaningful operations. Even the doves, or the cooperative Uchihas, like Shishui and Itachi, were subtly reminded that their loyalty was always under scrutiny.
Young officers— Sarato, Mika, Kentaro and few more talented Uchiha with their Sharingan activated - Some still clung to duty, others burned with betrayal. One had suggested they patrol with their Sharingan masked. Another suggested patrolling no longer.
Many of the younger Uchihas began to see the Police Department not as a badge of honor, but as a cage. They patrolled a village that scorned them, served a leadership that vilified them, and wore the emblem of a system rigged against their survival.
And deep within his drawer, beneath case files and mission scrolls, sat a letter. Unopened. From Fugaku Uchiha. The clan head had called an urgent assembly. Word was, they'd grown tired of being disrespected. Talk of action swelled. Action not sanctioned by the Hokage.
By this time, there were already murmurs of rebellion echoing in the Uchiha compound, because the Police Department were no longer seen as protectors. They had become symbols of the village's mistrust - and, tragically, their own clan's suppressed fury.
At this moment, the Konoha Police Department wasn't just a law enforcement body—it was a ticking powder keg for the simple reason "Duty without trust is a blade pointed inward."
Kai Uchiha adjusted the collar of his uniform as the sun dipped behind the Hokage Rock, casting long shadows across the training fields. The streets were quieter than usual, the kind of silence that wasn't peaceful - it was expectant. Something was coming. He just didn't know what.
Konoha gleams with peace on the surface. The streets bustle with merchants and chunin squads, the Academy children practice jutsus in sunny courtyards, and teams return from missions with pride. But under this serenity, a darker narrative coils tighter with each passing sunset.
As the moon rises over the Uchiha compound's lantern-lit paths and the shrine doors creak open for today's council meeting, Kai only knows one thing: This week is pivotal. Because, soon Uchiha Shishui will die.
He steps toward the meeting hall, invited only because he has awakened the full 3-tomoe Sharingan. Tonight's assembly is not ordinary. The air itself hums with suppressed suspicion and conviction dressed as pride. Kai can feel it—every eye will burn with intent.
Just as he was about to enter the meeting for all Uchiha with the 3-tomoe Sharingan, Kai heard the much-awaited prompt since arriving in this Ninja world. Just as his foot crosses the threshold, everything freezes. Then, he hears it. A tone. A pulse. A whisper laced in chakra. A prompt.
Not one borne of politics. Not summoned by tradition. But the same prompt he'd waited for since waking up in this ninja world. The call of something else.
Det...
The sound glitches. Echoes inside his mind like a fragmented command. Then again—clearer now:
Detecting Host Intention to Deviate From The Plot, Activating theUchiha Clan System, The Better The Clan, The Better The Rewards. As Kai staggered after hearing the prompt, he quickly found his seat at the back and waited for the next prompts.
Newbie Gift Pack: 👁️ 3-Tomoe Sharingan; 💥 Chakra Volume: Doubled; 💪 Physical Strengthening: Tier I Surge. Do you want to activate the newbie gift pack? questioned the System
Yes prompted Kai in his mind, excited and relieved at the rising prospects of survival.
Newbie Gift Pack Activated: Since host already possesses the 3-tomoe Sharingan, the gift will convert to Pupil Power and merge with the existing 3-tomoe Sharingan, thereby enhancing the quality and purity of the Sharingan Bloodline, making it eligible for the Mangekyo Sharingan upgrade moving forward.
Kai groaned as the upgrades surged through him like fire laced in lightning. His bones cracked—not from damage, but reform. Muscles coiled tighter, chakra flowed like roaring rivers, and his eyes... they spun faster than ever before. Three tomoe blinked into perfect alignment, then shimmered with enhanced clarity.
The air around him warped. For a moment, Kai wasn't just a ninja. He was a variable written into the code of fate.