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Itachi Uchiha's gaze swept across the surroundings. As his gaze moved, his pupils rapidly changed, and tomoe quietly appeared, eventually forming a strange pattern.

"Mangekyou Sharingan! Another pair of Mangekyou Sharingan has appeared!"

The clan elders exclaimed in surprise, then their faces broke into joyful smiles.

"Excellent! The young clan leader has also awakened the Mangekyou Sharingan. With Shisui joining the fray, our Uchiha clan now possesses two pairs of Mangekyou Sharingan! The scales of victory have tipped in our favor!"

At this moment, the elders, whether they advocated radicalism or conservatism, couldn't help but show their delight.

Even Fugaku Uchiha's eyes flashed with shock. When did Itachi awaken the Mangekyou Sharingan?

Fugaku pondered for a moment, but couldn't think of anything that could have caused Itachi such a strong emotional reaction recently.

However, none of that mattered anymore; a satisfied smile played on his lips. Itachi was a member of the clan, and his strength meant the glory and prosperity of the Uchiha clan.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have a plan that requires your support and cooperation."

Seeing that the atmosphere had been warmed up enough, Itachi Uchiha slowly revealed his strategy.

The night passed in the blink of an eye.

Apart from the few people at the Nanga Shrine last night, no one knew what kind of plan Itachi had come up with.

However, the changes came quietly and unexpectedly.

Uchiha Shoto felt this deeply.

Uchiha Shine, a member of the Konoha Police Force, led his animal friends that morning.

Uchiha Yukari and Uchiha Pearl patrolled the streets of Konoha as usual.

Not long after they started walking, Xuebao noticed that something was wrong with the captain. Why was the captain so deep in thought all day? Had he not rested well?

So he cautiously stepped forward and asked, "Thimbler, didn't you sleep well last night? Why don't you go back and rest first, we'll take over the patrol."

The snowstorm interrupted Thimble's thoughts. He took a deep breath and rubbed his forehead. "It's alright, let's continue patrolling."

"Okay," Snowstorm replied, retreating back into the group.

The group walked through the bustling streets of Konoha. The market was still teeming with people in the early morning, and the villagers were full of enthusiasm for life.

But whenever the three of them walked by, pedestrians would make way for them as if they were avoiding them.

Snowstorm and Pearl strutted around with their heads held high, seemingly enjoying the awe they received from the villagers.

Only the thimble, silently observing all of this, felt a surge of sorrow within its heart.

At the same time, he was also shocked.

"No wonder...no wonder the young clan leader issued that order."

"Our Uchiha clan has been like this for a long time; we've long lost the hearts of the villagers. No wonder we can never reach the position of Hokage!"

"If things continue like this, even if I seize the Hokage position, no one will truly accept me."

"It seems the young clan leader has also recognized this problem, which is why he's asking us to make changes, right?"

Thimble pondered this in his heart.

Last night, Uchiha elites like Tsubaki received a secret order from the young clan leader, requiring the entire clan to adjust their words and actions in public.

This instruction was passed down through these elite ninjas, layer by layer, until it was finally disseminated throughout the entire clan.

And accompanied by stern warnings from several elders, anyone who disobeyed would suffer the consequences.

After all, this concerns the future grand plan of the Uchiha clan.

Previously, Thimble never cared about the way ordinary people looked at them, whether it was fear, awe, or contempt.

But now the situation is different. He can read some clues from those eyes and vaguely sense the young clan leader's scheme.

"Thimbler, I'm going to buy breakfast. Are you still the same as before?" Snowstorm asked with a smile as he approached.

"Hmm." Thimble responded simply, and Snowstorm left the group and headed in another direction.

Just as Thimble was about to patrol along the established route, a thought suddenly struck him, and with a flash of insight, he quietly followed Snowstorm's retreating figure.

Pearl looked confused: "Thimble Brother, we should go this way. That area isn't our responsibility."

"Just follow me." Thimble coldly tossed out a sentence and quickened his pace to catch up.

On the other side, the snowstorm arrived in front of a bustling steamed bun shop, where several customers were waiting in line to buy their buns.

However, the snowstorm caused people in line and diners to scramble to get out of the way.

The owner of the steamed bun shop was a middle-aged man with a worried expression. Seeing this, he could only smile bitterly to himself before forcing a smile and stepping forward to greet the customer.

"Lord Snowstorm, you've arrived! What would you like to eat today?"

"Same as always, hurry up!" Snowstorm urged.

"Okay, okay."

The boss quickly packed the buns and handed a bag of them to Xuebao.

Snowstorm snatched it, waved, and turned to leave: "Just put it on the tab, we'll settle it when we have the money."

The shop owner's face darkened. These Uchiha people had been on credit for more than half a year and had never settled their accounts. This was undoubtedly adding insult to injury for his small business.

But he dared not say more, for he had warned him once before and almost suffered the consequences.

Just as the snowstorm was receding into the distance, an angry young girl rushed out of the steamed bun shop.

"Hey, you haven't paid yet!"

The shop owner was horrified and quickly pulled the girl back, saying, "Don't shout!"

But the snowstorm had already heard it. He turned around, his face as cold as ice.

"What? You didn't pay? I said I'd settle the bill, are you deaf?"

The snowstorm was closing in step by step, like a ferocious beast about to go berserk.

The girl remained undeterred: "You've owed me for six months, what's the difference between that and not paying at all!"

The snowstorm suddenly laughed: "Then I'll tell you the difference."

In the blink of an eye, he flashed in front of the young woman, raising his giant hand in preparation to strike.

The girl burst into tears, curling up into a ball. As an ordinary person, she was powerless to dodge the ninja's attack, and the slap was about to fall...

At this critical moment, the snowstorm's hand stopped in mid-air.

A strong, powerful hand gripped his wrist tightly.

The snowstorm was taken aback; who dared to stop him?

Turning my head, I saw Thimble, expressionless.

He immediately put on a fawning smile: "Thimble Brother, what brings you here too?"

"What are you doing?" Thimble stared at him sternly.

"I'm about to teach this ungrateful commoner a lesson."

Thimble stared at him, while Snowstorm remained unconcerned, clearly not taking the matter seriously.

Dingzhen sighed inwardly, realizing that the young clan leader's plan would likely face some twists and turns.

He released Xue Bao's hand, and Xue Bao quickly rubbed his wrist, which was still sore from the grip.

Is this the difference between elite Uchiha ninjas and ordinary ninjas? The thimble's authority in his heart increased even more.

At this moment, Thimble stared at him with a serious expression and said earnestly, "I hope I never see something like this again, you know what I mean?"

He didn't let Xuebao apologize to the other party because he knew that such a hypocritical act would only increase the other party's resentment and would be meaningless.

Only by truly addressing the root causes and preventing similar incidents from recurring can we provide genuine and effective support for the Young Chieftain Program.