Naruto :Madam, You Don't Want Anything To Happen To Sasuke, Right? Chapter 22: We Uchiha Are Planning a Rebellion!

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After returning ho, Uchiha Haru did not miss a single opportunity to train and improve himself.

Even though the improvent he could gain at this point was minimal, he still pushed himself.

That was the way of a shinobi.

Once soone reached a very high level, the road forward beca increasingly difficult. Progress no longer ca from simple training—it required either slow accumulation over ti or a life-changing opportunity, a rare stroke of fortune.

But to Uchiha Haru, even the smallest improvent was valuable.

After all, greater strength ant greater safety.

He trained throughout the night.

The next morning, just as Haru arrived at the Konoha Military Police Force headquarters, he was summoned to the office of Uchiha Fugaku—the head of the Uchiha clan and the chief of the Konoha Military Police.

"Haru, co in," Fugaku's deep voice called from inside the office.

Haru walked in with asured strides.

Inside, aside from Fugaku, several other high-ranking mbers of the Uchiha clan were present.

There were elders, middle-aged n, and even so young core mbers.

"Patriarch."

Fugaku nodded slightly, a small smile on his lips. His gaze swept across Haru's face, and for a brief mont, surprise flickered in his eyes, just as it had the last ti they t.

He didn't know why, but every ti he saw Haru recently, the boy gave off a new kind of pressure—different, unfamiliar, and growing stronger each ti.

Still, Fugaku didn't press the issue.

Everyone had their secrets. As long as it didn't harm the Uchiha clan, he wouldn't interfere.

Once Haru stepped in, Fugaku imdiately gave an order to guard the door. His expression turned serious, as if he was about to reveal sothing that couldn't be overheard.

What he didn't know was that, from a high rooftop not far away, several mbers of the Konoha ANBU were watching everything.

"Uchiha Fugaku is holding a eting with the clan's core mbers inside the Police Force."

"One of them is Uchiha Haru—his first appearance at such a gathering."

"Report to the Hokage imdiately."

"Yes!"

One masked ANBU operative vanished in an instant, heading straight for the Hokage Tower.

Back in Fugaku's office, Haru and a dozen others were gathered around a long wooden table.

As clan head, Fugaku sat at the head of the table. Haru had never been part of a eting like this before, but that didn't stop him from understanding exactly what was happening.

He was a ti traveler. He knew the direction the Uchiha clan was heading in.

And, sure enough, the next words out of Fugaku's mouth confird everything he expected.

"Haru," Fugaku began gravely, "a few days ago, you killed Raiga, one of the Seven Ninja Swordsn of the Hidden Mist, by yourself. You've shown your strength."

"There's sothing you need to know."

"We—the Uchiha clan—are preparing to rebel!"

"What?!"

Haru widened his eyes, feigning shock. Of course, he already knew. But if he showed no reaction, that would be suspicious.

"Patriarch, are we... actually going to rebel?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

"Yes," Fugaku nodded solemnly. "You must have noticed the tension between our clan and Konoha's leadership by now."

"For years, the higher-ups have excluded us, harassed us. They pushed us out of the village's core, assigned ANBU to monitor us day and night."

"Exactly! I've had enough of those Konoha bastards!" one clan mber growled.

"Rebellion! That's the only way!"

"We, the Uchiha, were among the founders of Konoha! And now, look how they treat us!"

"They hate us! They fear our power! If we don't rise up now, they'll crush us eventually!"

"Better to fight and die than live under their boot!"

The room filled with angry voices, the air thick with indignation. The core Uchiha mbers, faces flushed with fury, spoke over each other, cursing Konoha's leadership and demanding vengeance.

Through it all, Haru said nothing. He sat in silence, brow furrowed, as if torn and uncertain.

"Haru, what are you hesitating for?" one elder snapped, clearly agitated. "Have you forgotten your bloodline?"

To stay silent at such a mont? Unforgivable.

Fugaku quickly raised a hand, stopping the growing anger in the room. His eyes turned back to Haru, studying him closely.

This was exactly what Fugaku expected.

If Haru had agreed too quickly, he would have found it suspicious.

He knew Haru well—cautious, sharp, never one to act on impulse. Every decision Haru made was calculated, every move thought out.

And choosing to stand against Konoha wasn't sothing that could be done lightly.

A rebellion wasn't just dangerous—it was suicidal.

After a long silence, Haru finally raised his head and looked Fugaku in the eye.

"I'm in," he said.

Just three words, but they sent waves through the room.

The tense atmosphere relaxed at once. A few n even smiled.

Fugaku stood, walked over to Haru, and placed a firm hand on his shoulder.

"Good," he said. "With you on our side, Haru, the chances of our rebellion succeeding have grown."

"Our first target will be Danzo Shimura, head of the Root division."

"It's because of his constant interference that our clan ended up in this situation."

"This mission—this rebellion—starts with his death."

"What cos after?" Haru asked casually.

Rebelling was easy to say, but what ca next? Killing Danzo was one thing—possible, even—but it wouldn't end there.

The Uchiha were strong, yes. But Konoha was stronger. A direct war with the village would only bring destruction to the entire clan.

There would be no reconciliation. Not after Danzo's death.

Even if Haru agreed to participate, he wasn't optimistic about the outco.

But he asked anyway, just to see what Fugaku would say.

"Heh..." Fugaku chuckled. "This is only the beginning."

"We're still planning the details. This isn't sothing we'll rush into."

"This is about the future of our clan. We must take the long view."

With that, the eting continued into quieter discussions—logistics, possibilities, timing.

But Haru's thoughts were elsewhere.

He had joined the rebellion in na.

But in his heart, he knew—things were more complicated than they seed.

And the night of blood, fire, and Uchiha fate was drawing closer.

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