Naruto: I, who fooled the ninja world, was hailed as a savior.

Chapter 127 The Uchiha Clan are Cowards Who Only Bully Their Own Fools

As evening fell, the setting sun painted the houses of Konoha with a warm orange hue, and the wind carried a touch of warmth and the aroma of cooking food wafting from every household through the streets.

The lights of the shops on both sides of the street lit up one after another, casting dappled shadows in the darkening evening sky, as most villagers had already gone home to rest.

The Eighth Hokage of Uchiha, accompanied by three members of his Uchiha clan, was conducting a routine police patrol as usual.

Several children chased and played as they ran across the alleyway, their joyful laughter carried long by the breeze, while adults stood on the street, laughing and joking.

However, walking in this seemingly peaceful and warm atmosphere, the four Uchiha members felt no sense of belonging.

Because every time they made brief eye contact with the villagers, they could sense the wariness and alienation that quickly faded from their eyes, making them, who were already sensitive, feel an even heavier weight in their chests.

"Hachiman, did Lord Fugaku actually tell the Third Hokage that we should go to the front lines...?"

Uchiha Inaho, looking annoyed, opened her mouth, about to ask Uchiha Yashiro something, but Yashiro suddenly raised his hand and interrupted her without turning his head.

Uchiha Inaho instinctively shut his mouth, and like the other two Uchiha clan members, followed the Eighth Hokage's gaze to look into the distance.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, a group of people gathered around a street lamp that had just been lit and was emitting a soft glow.

At the center of the crowd was a figure that even the Uchiha clan now knew well.

—Hyuga Kumokawa.

He wasn't wearing his ninja battle uniform today, nor was he wearing the Hyuga clan's clothes; he was simply dressed in plain white casual wear.

His arm was wrapped in thick bandages and hung in front of him, with a few faint red spots of blood showing through, clearly indicating that the serious injury had not healed or was even more severe.

His face was pale and sickly, which made his white eyes appear even more gentle and warm in the light.

"Lord Yun Chuan, how is your injury?"

"Yes, yes, I heard that you captured the commander and the monster of Kumogakure all by yourself."

"That's truly amazing! If it weren't for you, who knows how many more people would have died in our village..."

"Please take these fresh fruits to nourish your body! They're not worth much, but they're a token of our goodwill!"

"Wow, big brother, can I touch your knife?"

The villagers surrounded Hinata Kumokawa, their smiles sincere and warm, their words filled with undisguised gratitude and respect.

Some people offered words of concern and care, others brought fresh fruits and vegetables, and even children tiptoed closer to Yun Chuan.

"Thank you so much for your concern, my injury is much better now..."

"No, no, it wasn't just me. It was everyone in Konoha who helped me complete that ninjutsu, and many of my comrades sacrificed themselves..."

"Grandma, protecting the village is the duty of every Konoha ninja. I was just doing my job. Please don't be so polite..."

"Sure, but don't pull it out, it's very sharp..."

Hinata Kumokawa's voice was calm and gentle, without any hint of arrogance.

His face always wore a gentle and humble smile, even with a touch of just the right amount of shyness, as he bowed slightly and patiently responded to every villager who came to talk to him.

After a child expressed a desire to see the sword at his waist, Hinata Kumokawa even took it out openly, allowing everyone to look at the sword and exclaim in amazement.

The soft light bathed him, outlining a slightly thin yet upright figure, which, together with the villagers' concern, created an exceptionally harmonious and warm scene.

But no one noticed that, at some point, the pupil on the hilt of that sword had opened.

The power of "greed," the "cognitive domination," was activated at this moment.

Hyuga Kumokawa smiled as he addressed the crowd, but his senses were focused on the four members of the Uchiha clan in the distance.

Encountering the Uchiha clan was somewhat of a coincidence, but it wouldn't hurt to make some preparations in advance.

"..."

The four Uchiha stood in the shadows not far away, their hands resting on the hilts of their swords as usual, but their knuckles were white from the force of their grip.

They all recalled the cold stares they received during their usual patrols and the villagers' deliberate avoidance and alienation.

Looking at the scene of "stars surrounding the moon" in the distance, and listening to the emotionally charged words of praise, the group felt as heavy-hearted as if their hearts were filled with damp straw.

"Hmph, the Hyuga clan, they really know how to put on an act..." Uchiha Tekka's voice was squeezed out bit by bit from between his teeth, like a bitter fruit soaked in lemon juice, full of sourness and resentment.

"Iron Fire".

A slightly deep voice entered his ears, interrupting Uchiha Tekka's words.

Uchiha Hachimoku stood in front of the three, feeling resentful and bitter, but he just silently looked at Yun Chuan over there.

After a moment, he sighed softly and said in a low voice, "At least, that guy's record in the Moon Kingdom is real."

"The schemes they employed were meticulously planned, one after another, using artificially created thunderclouds to kill thousands of Cloud Village ninja and capture the Two-Tails Jinchuriki..."

"These achievements truly deserve the title of 'hero.' They weren't faked, nor were they obtained through the Hyuga clan; in fact, the Hyuga clan was a burden to him..."

Upon hearing this, Tie Huo choked for a moment, unable to vent the bitter feeling in his chest.

After holding it in for a long time, he could only mumble a "hmm" and look at the figure surrounded by people in the distance with complicated eyes, without saying anything more.

Having seemingly finished receiving the villagers' greetings, or perhaps because it was already quite late, Hinata Kumokawa bowed again to the surrounding villagers in thanks, politely declining any further offers of kindness with a smile.

Then he turned around, his steps seemingly slow but unusually steady, and walked along the path illuminated by lights towards the other end of the street.

The last rays of the setting sun fell on his departing figure, as if gilding him with a hazy, dazzling edge.

"Let's go too."

The Eighth Hokage withdrew his gaze, his voice as steady as ever, as if the conversation had never happened, and prepared to lead the three to continue their unfinished patrol route.

However, just after Hinata Kumokawa's figure disappeared at the end of the alley.

Under the influence of some unseen force, the villagers who had been smiling just moments before quickly lost their enthusiasm, and the resentment that had been suppressed resurfaced like sediment.

The woman who had been smiling the most enthusiastically and stuffing fruit into Hyuga Yunchuan's hands glanced at the four Uchiha clan members who were about to leave in the distance.

Her tone suddenly changed, becoming deliberately casual, and her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for Yashiro and the others who had just turned around and taken a few steps to hear:
"Sigh, this is a true hero who risked his life for the village. Despite being so badly injured, he remains so gentle and humble, without a trace of arrogance..."

"That's right! Considering his achievements and his demeanor..."

The villagers nearby glanced at the four members of the Eight Generations in the distance, their voices rising slightly like the woman's as they chuckled, "Tsk tsk, not like some cowards."

"They only know how to hide in the back and bully their own people. In fact, they probably don't even have the courage to go to the battlefield!"

In the end, guided by that invisible malice, the contempt and sarcasm in his tone became undisguised.

"Shh! Keep your voice down..."

Someone tried to stop them with a fake smile, but their voice was loud enough for those around to hear: "If some people hear this, they'll cause trouble again!"

Laughter mixed with hushed whispers rose from the crowd, sharp and piercing like poisoned needles, stabbing fiercely at the four Uchiha who had stopped in their tracks once more.

hum!
Uchiha Inahisa, known for her fiery temper, felt a rush of blood to her head, her ears ringing, and even her vision blurring and distorting.

The bitterness and slight resentment I felt towards Hinata Kumokawa were instantly swallowed up by this overwhelming anger and humiliation!
"What did you say?!"

Uchiha Inahisa suddenly turned around, her voice hoarse and distorted with extreme anger, a cluster of scarlet light suddenly shone in her eyes, and her right hand pressed hard on the hilt of the sword at her waist!
He appeared in front of the speaker almost instantly. Several villagers were startled by his sudden appearance and took a step back, their eyes instantly becoming wary and hostile.

Meanwhile, on a tree in the distance, Tianzang watched the conflict unfold, his usually indifferent face showing a furrowed brow.

"Kakashi, should we stop them?" he asked.

However, there has been no response for a long time.

Tenzo subconsciously turned his head, only to see Kakashi clutching his heart, his face deathly pale.

“Kakashi, you…” Tenzo was also stunned for a moment, pointing at Kakashi’s face.

"I……"

Kakashi Hatake subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face, only to feel a wet sensation.

This feeling, as if something had been severed, this feeling, as if something had been lost...

what is the problem?

(End of this chapter)