Chapter 26 – Uchiha Yujiro: Hand It Over, Fuyake, Time to Farm Some Gold
"Incredible… to wield two blades with such flawless precision, doubling his offensive power in an instant."
Even Shisui, a genius among geniuses, couldn't help but feel shaken by what he saw. What stunned him most wasn't just the overwhelming technique itself—it was that this wasn't ninjutsu, nor genjutsu.
It was pure taijutsu.
A result born from relentless, grinding, day-after-day training.
As expected of my brother… the most hard-working man in the entire Uchiha clan.
Shisui's chest tightened as a thought struck him:
Against someone like him… do I really stand a chance of winning?
The answer: yes—he did.
Yujiro's strengths were undeniable, but so were his weaknesses.
He struggled against wide-area, large-scale techniques—things like Tailed Beast Bombs, or Hashirama's Wood Release. If the enemy refused to fight up close and instead unleashed overwhelming ranged attacks, Yujiro could very well be defeated—or even killed.
That was why Obito's earlier tactics had technically been correct. The problem was Obito himself—his reaction speed and battle sense simply weren't sharp enough. Put Shisui's genius and killing instinct into Obito's body, and Yujiro would've stood no chance.
…
But here and now, the duel was still even. A fifty-fifty stalemate.
Only if Shisui unleashed his Susanoo—shrugging off Yujiro's blades and kunai like toys—would victory be guaranteed. But by then, Yujiro would almost certainly have awakened his Mangekyō, perhaps even Susanoo himself… or worse: Rinnegan, Tenseigan, who knew.
And then? Fighting Shisui would feel no different from bullying a younger brother.
"Time's nearly up. Keep going?"
"Then one last move—winner takes all."
"Deal."
With that, the two clashed once more.
Uchiha Two-Sword Style: Crimson Moon Sword Dance!
Uchiha-style: Consecutive Flame-Blade Leaps!
The power unleashed was monstrous. The three blades carved a storm through the forest, uprooting ancient trees as if they were weeds.
Almost simultaneously—
Shisui's Sharingan genjutsu locked down Yujiro.
Yujiro's kunai stormed in from three different angles.
They both knew the truth: Yujiro always had another trick, and Shisui wasn't above pulling a dirty feint anymore. One joint mission with Yujiro, and Shisui's moral compass had already started to wobble.
At the final heartbeat, it ended in a draw.
Any further and it would've meant mutual destruction. Shisui's genjutsu could lock Yujiro in place, but his body would still be shredded by those kunai. He could maybe take Yujiro down with him, but both would fall.
And for a spar between brothers… that was going way too far.
Just before either of them could land the finishing blow, Yujiro and Shisui stopped their attacks at the exact same time and exchanged a smile.
"It's a draw."
"Yeah… it is."
"As expected of you, Yujiro-nii."
"You're not bad yourself."
A current of mutual respect passed between them. Kakashi and Guy? Please. That's child's play. Real rivals look like this.
…
With that, the spar ended on a high note. Yujiro checked the surge in his training progress bar with satisfaction. Shisui, too, seemed content.
But the duel had also exposed plenty of weaknesses.
Yujiro admitted to himself: it wasn't enough to just bully Fugaku into opening the clan's library vaults and grind new jutsu. His current tools also needed upgrades.
The Manipulating Kunai Technique was flashy, but the flaws were obvious. Shisui had already cracked it with swordsmanship. Rubber cords were too brittle. Switching to steel wire would make precision drop.
And giving up entirely? Not happening.
So Yujiro pondered: wasn't there a way to make it stronger? To eliminate the weakness altogether?
The answer: chakra threads.
The same technique puppet masters used to control their creations. If he used chakra threads instead of cords, the control would be sharper, faster, deadlier. And compared to handling a full puppet, controlling just a kunai—or even a pair of blades—would be child's play.
Sasori had his "Hundred Puppets Performance." Yujiro would forge his own "Ten Thousand Blades Return to the Sect." When the time came, he'd test it against Sasori himself and see who could flex harder.
And no, he didn't need to run to Sunagakure for this.
What self-respecting Uchiha would outsource? This was the world's largest copyright-pirating clan—if there was a technique, they could and would reverse-engineer it. Puppet basics? The clan library was stuffed with scrolls nobody touched.
Why? Because the average Uchiha would rather spend their time grinding for Sharingan upgrades. Who cared about puppetry when you could just toss a Fireball and reduce everything to ash?
…
And so, Yujiro and Shisui strolled back to the village, chatting happily.
They bought pancakes from a street vendor, eating as they walked, greeting villagers along the way. Ordinary citizens and shinobi alike responded with warmth. Yujiro noticed it wasn't just toward him and Shisui—the clan as a whole was being treated with more friendliness.
The first issue of his self-published newsletter, The Loving Uchiha Clan, was clearly paying off.
Villagers had begun to realize that Uchiha weren't actually terrifying at all. If you treated them like tsundere—teasing just enough until they got flustered—the results were adorable.
Watching proud Uchiha turn red-faced, huffing in indignation while powerless to resist, had skyrocketed public affection.
Of course, the price was a slight, tiny, barely noticeable loss of dignity.
…
Uchiha Tekka: "Slight?! Kids in the street try to feed me like a stray cat! Where the hell am I supposed to put my pride?"
Uchiha Inabi: "Yeah! Nobody's scared of us anymore! As Police Force, handling village disputes has become ten times harder! Whose fault do you think that is?"
Uchiha Yashiro: "Today the fourth girl confessed to me. I turned her down, but she just said I was being tsundere and swore she wouldn't give up. I HAVE A WIFE, DAMMIT!"
…
By the time Yujiro and Shisui reached the clan compound, the sun was already up and the place buzzing with activity.
Yujiro hadn't even gone to find Fugaku yet when a mob of clansmen surrounded him, venting their frustrations.
Yes, the clan head had praised Yujiro as a hero. Yes, nobody could beat him in a duel. But someone needed to fix this mess. Otherwise, they'd nag him day and night until he cracked.
Yujiro sighed, then smirked.
"There are solutions. But first, Yashiro—tell me. How the hell did you manage to juggle five girlfriends and still survive long enough to become the protagonist of some high school romance drama in a world like this?"
Uchiha Yashiro: "Huh?!"