As Andrew casually patted his rear and walked out, the clan representatives from other ninja families could only stare in exasperation. He had made it perfectly clear—he wasn't going to deal with any of the complaints, nor did he care to. And what could they even do?
Force a Uchiha to listen? That was wishful thinking. Especially when that Uchiha was Andrew, who had glared at the Third Hokage with his Three Tomoe Sharingan not long ago. And let's be honest—a Uchiha Jōnin wasn't something to mess with. They weren't your average Jōnin.
But now, with all these complaints piling up and no one willing to handle them, the new police department members were at a loss.
Of course, they couldn't just copy Uchiha and "suspend themselves for reflection." Their clans wouldn't allow it, and the Third Hokage certainly wouldn't be able to justify it either. After all, they were sent to fill the vacuum Uchiha left behind. If they quit after just one day on the job, Hiruzen might give them more than just a lecture—he'd bury them in paperwork or worse.
As a result, although the police department had technically resumed operations, its effectiveness had taken a steep dive. Say what you want about Uchiha's methods—maybe they were a bit rough—but they got results.
Now? Complaints were flooding in, and yet some incidents weren't being resolved at all.
Andrew, still officially the captain, ignored everything. The current chaos was none of his concern. Uchiha, meanwhile, enjoyed watching the mess unfold. And though they didn't mock the others—their pride simply wouldn't allow them to gloat—it was clear they were watching with amusement.
The disorder of the police department had become background noise.
What mattered now was the next phase of the clan's transformation.
At the last clan assembly, Andrew had announced a bold vision—Uchiha's very first "Five-Year Plan." The first step—breaking away from Konoha's direct control—was already nearly complete.
The second step?
Economic independence.
"If we don't rely on Konoha for funding or supplies, what leverage do they have over us?" Andrew had declared. "If we don't eat their food or spend their coins, why should we listen to them?"
With the Third Great Ninja War just concluded, every village was licking its wounds and trying to rebuild. Konoha wasn't in a position to start internal conflict, and the Shisui incident had confirmed that.
So long as Uchiha didn't challenge the village directly, they could do as they pleased—obeying in appearance, while acting freely behind the scenes.
And if Konoha ever did get bold?
"Then we show them our Gundam." That was Andrew's metaphor—symbolic or literal, who knew? But one thing was clear: he wouldn't bow to anyone.
Uchiha was already wealthy. Independence was not just a dream—it was within reach. The first economic step? Optimize their current businesses, and then expand trade beyond the village.
Maintain a base presence in Konoha, but push Uchiha goods and services into the broader ninja world.
Since stepping down as police captain, Fugaku had been working tirelessly on this front. As clan head, he had the connections to facilitate transitions and forge new partnerships. While Andrew provided the strategy, Fugaku handled the execution.
Most of the clan members who lacked combat potential or hadn't awakened their Sharingan had already been managing Uchiha enterprises. These everyday members were the gears that kept the machine running. To support them, Andrew shared the business frameworks and methods he remembered from his previous life.
Sure, he wasn't a professional businessman, but he didn't need to be. Uchiha had smart people—give them a model, and they'd adapt it to fit the ninja world.
Meanwhile, Fugaku also repurposed many of the returning police ninjas. Following Andrew's plan, he established a new operation: a private security company—essentially a clan-run bodyguard agency.
And their very first client?
The Daimyō of the Land of Fire.
Though it was rare for the village and the country to interfere with each other's affairs, the daimyō remained a sacred boundary. No one dared target them. But who wouldn't feel more secure traveling with a squad of Uchiha shinobi? The crimson eyes alone were enough to terrify most enemies.
Uchiha's reputation was at an all-time high—not only in Konoha but across the ninja world.
The best part? The job took Uchiha ninjas outside the village borders without raising Hokage's suspicion. After all, if you blocked the Daimyō's personal security detail, you risked losing your budget.
Just look at Sunagakure—the Daimyō of the Wind Country slashed their funding by 75% after repeated failures, forcing the Kazekage to literally mine gold from the desert using Magnet Release.
Now, Andrew did caution Fugaku not to work too closely with daimyōs from other nations—no need to provoke the other hidden villages. For now, the security company would focus on Fire Country missions only.
And of course, with Sharingan being such a coveted power, the hiring criteria were absurdly strict. They weren't doing this to make money.
The purpose was threefold:
Build strong ties with the Daimyō.
Give the clan something meaningful to do.
Establish economic and operational independence.
As for missions from Konoha? Forget it. Who knew what kind of traps the higher-ups would embed in their requests?
"Better safe than sorry."
Then there was Andrew himself.
After adapting to his new power levels, he decided to finally take a closer look at his cheat—the system that had come with his reincarnation. It had been eerily quiet lately.
"System! Why the hell are you silent, you useless hunk of code? It's been weeks without a single mission!" Andrew growled aloud.
[Ding! The system is currently recalibrating... regenerating host-compatible development data...]
[Ding! Feedback system unlocked. Generating results.]
[Ding! Congratulations! Positive feedback received from Uchiha Fugaku: +468 points.]
[Ding! Positive feedback received from Uchiha Yan: +587 points.]
[Ding! Negative feedback received from Shimura Danzo: +1086 points.]
Andrew blinked.
"Negative feedback from Danzo? Hell yeah!"
He laughed to himself. That old weasel must've been boiling with rage—probably because Andrew had ruined all his secret plots. If Danzo was angry, it meant he was doing something right.
Still, he sighed. "Seriously though... could you maybe notify me once in a while? I thought you were broken!"
The system's silence had made him wonder whether it even existed anymore. Sure, he had grown strong—but that didn't mean he had reached god-tier yet.
"Let's be honest, I've worked hard to get here—but I'm not unbeatable."
He hadn't awakened any exotic bloodline abilities beyond the Mangekyō. And while his power had definitely reached the Kage level, he still had limits.
Chakra wasn't infinite. Pupil power could burn out. And Mangekyō could lead to blindness. Right now, he had only reached the peak of what a regular Uchiha could achieve.
The system couldn't be forgotten—because it was the only thing that might push him beyond those natural caps.
He wasn't selling himself short. It was just realism. Andrew had made the most of what he had—but if he wanted to go further, the system would need to kick back in.
Soon.
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