Uchiha Fugaku would never agree—nor could he.
After all, the Konoha Military Police Force, though stationed within the village, was not a conventional shinobi unit. Whether in function or in the official manuals, the Police Force was defined as an independent department—on par with the ANBU and Root.
In fact, in terms of authority, they even surpassed those two units. ANBU and Root drew elite members from various clans, while the Military Police recruited only Uchiha.
Pitfall or not, that "pit" belonged solely to the Uchiha. No outsiders were ever allowed to meddle.
Yet now—Sarutobi Hiruzen wanted the Uchiha of the Police Force to be reassigned as ordinary shinobi.
That was blatant power stripping.
"Fugaku, the village is struggling. You must be understanding. I promise you—once things stabilize, the Police Force will have its full budget restored!"
Fugaku returned to the compound with a heavy heart. After explaining the situation, the entire clan exploded—exactly as expected.
The slanderous rumors had already ignited the Uchiha's anger. Now this budget cut?
Hawk faction, neutral faction, dove faction—it made no difference. All were furious.
Shisui and the dutiful "big brother" couldn't get a word in at a time like this.
Especially the dutiful one—he was livid too.
Upon hearing the news, the Grand Elder Uchiha Setsuna immediately recalled Rokuro's earlier warning.
"That little brat guessed it again. Sarutobi Hiruzen really made his next move."
"Meika, what about those merchants we contacted? How did they respond?"
Uchiha Meika unrolled several scrolls.
"Elder, rest assured—those merchants were thrilled the moment they heard they could partner with the Uchiha. All contracts have been signed. Financially, we're secure."
Setsuna took a scroll, skimmed it, and nodded in satisfaction.
For shinobi, earning money wasn't difficult. The underground exchange alone could keep an average ninja wealthy, and someone of Kakuzu's level could achieve financial freedom effortlessly.
But the Uchiha—renowned, large in number, prestigious—didn't even need to visit the exchange. They merely had to release the word, and merchants would eagerly line up.
The shinobi world was turbulent. Beneath the calm, the Five Great Nations moved in secret, while the small countries fought fiercely for survival.
Commerce was a high-risk, high-reward venture.
Low-level merchants hired shinobi for protection.
High-level merchants sought clan partnerships—earning the right to conduct business under a powerful clan's banner. Small-time bandits wouldn't dare touch them.
Even if someone reckless did, the Uchiha merely needed to dispatch a couple of jōnin to eliminate them.
For a clan, earning money was simply too easy.
The only reason the Uchiha had previously limited themselves to the Police Force was to show loyalty to the Hokage. Now that Hiruzen had made his move, Setsuna had no intention of holding back.
"Elder, should we notify the clan head?"
"Hmph. No rush. I want to see how he responds. This is the last chance I'm giving him."
"I understand."
Uchiha Meika left to relay the news to the hawk faction—while Fugaku remained in the dark.
Setsuna was thoroughly disappointed in him. Fugaku's next actions only deepened that disappointment. He offered no resistance, quietly accepted everything, and even funneled clan funds to cover the deficit
Paying their own money… to work for Konoha.
Setsuna's worldview shattered.
This absurdity enraged the other two elders as well.
"Clan Head, why are you using clan funds to subsidize public expenses?! Are you insane or just stupid?!"
The Third Elder, once respectful of Fugaku, finally snapped.
The Second Elder, though displeased, was aligned with Fugaku and immediately retorted:
"Mind your tone. Is that how you speak to the clan head?"
"Tone? He's using our money so Konoha can freeload, and you want me to watch my tone? Have YOU gone stupid?!"
The Third Elder shot to his feet, pointing at the Second Elder.
The Second Elder flushed red and stood as well.
"The subsidy goes to clan members in the end—there's nothing wrong with that!"
"Oh? So you really ARE stupid. Clan members work, so they should be paid. That money SHOULD come from Konoha.
Now we're paying it ourselves—working for free!
Can't you do basic math?!"
"You… you didn't hear the Hokage? The village is struggling!"
"Struggling my ass! Hiruzen lavishly gave triple benefits to the families of fallen shinobi, yet he slashes the Police Force budget!
So we pay for the subsidies, and he gets all the good publicity?!
Clan Head, we CANNOT let this slide!"
Their argument raged on until Fugaku finally spoke.
"Right now, we can only rely on ourselves. The Hokage's stance is clear. Unless we revolt, nothing will change."
"Third Elder, do you want to revolt now?
Remember the Fire–Lightning War—we suffered heavy losses. Many shinobi still hold resentment. If we revolt now, we'll become their outlet for all that anger.
Are we prepared for that?"
The Third Elder fell silent and walked out without another word.
The Second Elder and Fugaku sighed deeply.
"Clan Head… recently, Danzō approached me. He wants Uchiha Rokuro's Qi-Sea Seal…"
Fugaku frowned.
Nearly all Uchiha jōnin had received the Qi-Sea Seal. Fugaku hadn't, but he understood it well—its ability to enhance combat power was undeniable, especially against equal opponents.
"The Qi-Sea Seal is our clan's curse mark. On what grounds does Danzō demand it?"
"I know it's our secret art, but… based on everything recently, it's clear this is all orchestrated by Sarutobi Hiruzen and Shimura Danzō. If we hand it over, maybe—"
"Enough!
That old fox is never satisfied. Even if we give him the Seal, he won't stop targeting the Uchiha.
This matter is closed."
The Second Elder wanted to continue, but Fugaku refused to listen and ended the discussion.
Meanwhile, as the Uchiha were being pressured relentlessly, Rokuro and his family finally completed their perfected genetic serum.
"After adjusting dosage and slowing the fusion rate, the Uchiha Bloodline Purification Experiment is finally successful."
Uchiha Izumi stared at the suspended eyeball in the preserving fluid—its Mangekyō pattern more intricate than before—her entire body trembling with excitement.
Uchiha Ashikaga reviewed the data.
"This little test mouse showed no adverse reactions at all. Completely healthy. It should be considered a success."
Rokuro also checked the readouts, then added:
"This isn't just the power of the Uchiha—we have to credit the Yamato Cells as well.
A normal mouse modified only with Orochimaru's techniques would never withstand Mangekyō chakra.
This time we used everything available. Finally, it worked.
Congratulations to us!
Tonight, we celebrate with grilled meat!"
Though the experiment hadn't progressed the eye to the Rinnegan, achieving Mangekyō was enough to make Rokuro thrilled.
In the world of shinobi, everything was about bloodline. If his opponents were only Hiruzen and Danzō, Rokuro wouldn't feel pressured.
But his true future enemies were Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Obito—both "chosen ones."
Especially Obito—his Mangekyō was unquestionably the strongest.
Amaterasu? Tsukuyomi? Kotoamatsukami?
All inferior compared to Kamui.
Even with one eye, Kamui was a nightmare.
In the original timeline, Obito only regained both eyes at the very end—but Rokuro refused to gamble on that.
This was the man who murdered his teacher and wiped out a clan. If the difficulty of exterminating the Uchiha increased, Obito might retrieve his left eye early.
Rokuro had many trump cards, but the thought of facing double Kamui terrified him.
He needed his own Mangekyō—fast.
If his exclusive Mangekyō ability was strong enough, he could confront Obito head-on.
For now, all he could guarantee was escaping.
That was far too passive.
With good spirits, he prepared to go out for grilled meat—but Izumi stopped him.
"Rokuro, forget the meat for now. We need to decide our next experimental subject. Who will be Test Subject No. 1?"
Rokuro froze.
The mouse phase was done. Now came human trials.
For secrecy, no other Uchiha could be involved.
Only two candidates existed: himself and Uchiha Izumi.
But Rokuro didn't want either of them risking their lives first.
"If it comes down to it, we can just grab some idiot from the dove faction. I've had enough of them."
Izumi shook her head.
"Even if they're annoying, they're still clan members. That's not acceptable.
Let me do it."
"Izumi, you—"
"Listen. First—you absolutely cannot be Subject No.1. If anything goes wrong, only you can fix it.
Second—we can't use another clansman. We'd have to silence them afterward, and I won't let you bear the sin of killing your own people.
So I am the most suitable choice."
Rokuro opened his mouth, but Izumi, unusually forceful, cut him off:
"It's settled. If you don't want me dying, then prepare perfectly.
If I die, I'll haunt you."
Seeing her determined gaze, Rokuro let out a long sigh.
"Don't worry. I won't let you die. And even if something happens—I'll resurrect you."
That night, the family went out to eat. There, they ran into a fellow Uchiha—one of the former Konoha assault squad—who told them about the Police Force's budget cut.
Izumi was shocked. She worked in the Police Force and knew exactly what it meant.
"Half? Cutting our budget in half? That's catastrophic."
While eating, she explained the Police Force structure and salary.
To summarize:
Everyone lived paycheck-to-paycheck.
The only way to save money was through "gray income."
But Uchiha were prideful. Most disdained such dirty earnings.
Which explained why they were so irritable during law enforcement
Low pay, heavy work, constant trouble. Who wouldn't lose their temper?
"So… salary gets halved?"
"Yes. People's resentment will explode. Violent conflicts during patrols will skyrocket. If Root nin disguised as merchants provoke them… things will get ugly."
Rokuro agreed instantly. Root would definitely exploit this.
"Should we warn the Elder?" Uchiha Ashikaga asked.
Izumi wondered why not warn the clan head.
"Forget Fugaku. If he had the ability, the Uchiha wouldn't be trampled like this.
As for the Elder—I already warned him earlier. With his experience, he'll think of something."
Although Hiruzen's move was vicious, the family didn't dwell on it. With the Mangekyō so close, mundane troubles were the least of their concerns.
After dinner, they returned home.
The next day, Izumi headed to the Police HQ—only to find complete chaos.
Members were shouting, venting, some refusing to work altogether.
Izumi immediately turned around and left.
By evening, the three arrived at their hidden laboratory outside the village.
Izumi changed into a patient gown and lay inside a pod-shaped medical device.
Ashikaga prepared the genetic serum.
Rokuro checked the equipment.
"Izumi, for safety, I've extended the fusion process to three days. I also installed the Uchiha Eye-Activation Device inside. If all goes well, you'll awaken your own Mangekyō in three days."
"Then should I keep thinking about genjutsu? Like a self-suggestion?"
Rokuro thought for a moment.
Among the original Mangekyō wielders, Obito and Shisui's unique abilities best matched the "eye as reflection of the heart" concept.
Shisui wanted to save clan and village—thus Kotoamatsukami.
Obito wanted to escape reality—thus Kamui.
The "dutiful brothers"—Itachi and Sasuke—didn't fit that pattern.
Itachi awakened Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi due to his mastery of fire release and genjutsu.
Sasuke was different: far more talented in lightning, yet awakened fire-attribute abilities like Amaterasu and Kagutsuchi.
"You specialize in genjutsu, so logically your ability should match that. But for safety, some mental suggestion isn't a bad idea—just don't overdo it."
"Alright. Let's begin."
Izumi lay still. Ashikaga injected the serum. Moments later, pain contorted Izumi's face.
"How do you feel? Is it unbearable?"
"It feels like burning… but I can endure. Start the device."
It was the first human experiment. Rokuro was anxious, but with all readings normal, he activated the medical apparatus.
The pod closed. Green light enveloped Izumi's body. The serum began its deep fusion.
The pain eased slightly, but remained intense.
"Mom, prepare the gene cleanser. If anything goes wrong, inject her."
Ashikaga glanced at the purple vial
A dangerous, last-resort agent that neutralized the serum instantly…
But also killed vast numbers of cells.
A double-edged sword.
"Don't fret, Rokuro. We prepared thoroughly. We'll succeed."
He nodded and adjusted his chakra output.
Time passed
One entire day, then another night.
Ashikaga took turns relieving her son whenever his chakra ran low.
Rokuro recovered while monitoring Izumi's vitals and administering IV fluids.
Dozens of instruments and Sharingan techniques cycled continuously, watching every shift in Izumi's condition.
No mistakes allowed.
By the evening of the third day, the tomoe in Uchiha Izumi's eyes finally began to rotate. The three tomoe twisted together—merging—before transforming into the pattern of a Mangekyō.
Tahara Rokuro and Uchiha Ashikaga, who had not slept for two days and nights, both jolted awake and hurried closer.
"Her chakra has broken past the jōnin limit! She's officially reached Kage-level!"
Ashikaga's voice trembled with excitement. Rokuro took a deep breath, activated his Sharingan, and examined her chakra in detail.
"It really is Kage-level… and her Yin-Release chakra just skyrocketed. As expected—A-Izumi is absolutely a genjutsu-type ninja."
The two leaned over to look closely at Izumi's eyes.
The three tomoe had vanished completely.
What replaced them
was a vortex.
A swirling Mangekyō, strikingly similar to the Uzumaki clan's emblem—the same spiral mark printed on the back of a Konoha flak jacket.
"Izumi, how do you feel? Does your body still hurt?"
"…a little."
Izumi opened her mouth gently, her throat burning, yet her mind felt unusually clear.
"Looks like the fusion is still progressing. Who knows—maybe you really might leap straight to our ancestor's height and awaken an Eternal Mangekyō in one step."
Izumi's expression brightened. Under Rokuro's reassurance, she continued lying inside the medical apparatus.
Three hours passed.
The pain in her body vanished completely.
But an overwhelming, barely controllable ocular power overflowed from her eyes
The instant Uchiha Ashikaga glanced toward her
She fell into an illusion, frozen on the spot, unable to move.
Even Rokuro felt a wave of dizziness. He immediately activated sealing techniques, blocking the unconscious leak of Izumi's ocular power.
"Izumi!"
Rokuro shouted. Izumi snapped back to awareness, retracting her Mangekyō's power. Her eyes returned to three tomoe, then settled into plain black irises.
"Sorry, Aunt Ashikaga… I didn't mean to. It was unconscious."
Ashikaga rubbed her still-dizzy forehead and waved a hand weakly.
"I'm fine… just a little woozy. But so this is the power of the Mangekyō? Terrifying…"
Rokuro opened the medical pod and helped Izumi out.
After lying still for three days, her limbs were stiff. She could barely walk.
Rokuro handed her the Lightning-Style Cellular Activation tool to accelerate recovery.
While she adjusted her body, Rokuro asked the critical question:
"What about your exclusive ocular technique?"
"I have one. The moment I awakened my Mangekyō, I understood it instinctively. Once I get familiar with it, I can use it freely. I even know its name."
Before Rokuro could ask, Izumi announced it:
"Tsukuyomi."
Hearing that, Rokuro felt a wave of disappointment.
He had hoped she might awaken the strongest genjutsu—Kotoamatsukami.
That name was misleading in the original timeline, but prestige-wise it still surpassed Tsukuyomi.
"So one eye has Tsukuyomi. What about the other?"
Izumi tilted her head.
"The other one is also Tsukuyomi. Aren't both eyes supposed to have different techniques?"
"…What? Both your eyes are Tsukuyomi?"
"Yeah. Tsukuyomi is a single-target illusion. Once someone is caught, I drag them into a world completely controlled by me. Inside that world, I can do anything—
I control the flow of space and time.
I can torture an enemy for three days and nights, yet only one second passes in the real world. Pretty amazing, right?"
Rokuro, of course, knew Tsukuyomi—the most iconic genjutsu of early-era Uchiha techniques.
Unfortunately, it fell off hard in the later stages.
"And unlike normal illusions which all have countermeasures, Tsukuyomi cannot be broken—unless the opponent's ocular power surpasses mine. Otherwise, they're helpless.
But while Tsukuyomi is strong, it has a limitation: each use requires a cooldown of several minutes. Even if my chakra is full, I can't cast it consecutively.
That's why having Tsukuyomi in both eyes is still meaningful."
Rokuro let out a long, silent sigh.
"Even if you alternate between left and right, that still only handles two enemies. You can't turn it into a group illusion."
He raised a cup of water, drank—
And at that exact moment, Izumi said something that made him spit it out.
"You guessed right! When I activate Tsukuyomi in both eyes simultaneously, it evolves into a mass-area illusion. Not only does it hit multiple people, its range expands to fifty meters in front of me. Anyone within fifty meters
As long as my gaze sweeps across them
Instantly gets dragged into my illusion space!"
Izumi continued proudly:
"Since it's different from normal Tsukuyomi, it needs a more dramatic name.
Let's call it… Infinite Tsukuyomi!"
Rokuro sprayed another mouthful of water, staring at her in disbelief.
"Well? Sounds cool, right?"
Rokuro wiped his mouth, then suddenly focused on one detail.
"Never mind the name. You just said 'as long as your gaze sweeps across them'?
Meaning—you don't need direct eye contact?"
Izumi nodded lightly.
"Normal Tsukuyomi needs eye contact. But Infinite Tsukuyomi doesn't. Its ocular power radiates outward with extreme penetration—the eyelid and most physical barriers can't block it.
I don't even need to look at their eyes.
I only need to sweep across the chakra in their bodies
and they fall under my illusion."
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