Uchiha Ryūgan’s expression soured as he looked at the firm Matriarch and the child she was shielding behind her.
He knew there was a high probability he wouldn’t be able to teach that little bastard a lesson today, but thinking of his son’s miserable state, he couldn’t help but want to try one last time.
“Lady Mikoto, it was wrong of me to intrude like this.
I will personally apologize to the Clan Head once he returns.”
“However, I’ve come for the little brat behind you who hurt my son.
He injured my son without cause, so I hope you will hand him over.”
Uchiha Mikoto sneered, “Nonsense!
I know exactly what kind of child Nan-kun is, and I know the whole story.
Stop trying to twist the truth and get out!”
Uchiha Ryūgan’s face darkened further.
He was a Jonin of the clan, after all.
Even if Uchiha Mikoto was the Matriarch, she shouldn’t disrespect him like this.
He recalled that the Clan Head, Uchiha Fugaku, should be away handling clan affairs right now and wasn’t at home.
Uchiha Ryūgan glanced at the little brat behind Lady Mikoto, intending to take him away by force.
As long as he cleaned up the mess before the Clan Head found out, he didn’t believe the clan would severely punish him over a mere brat.
Uchiha Mikoto sensed his intention from his gaze, and her heart sank.
Although she was a Special Jonin, she hadn’t fought for a long time since marrying Fugaku.
Her skills had largely rusted; at best, she could handle a Chunin now.
Against a veteran Uchiha Jonin, she was likely outmatched.
Nevertheless, she pushed Uchiha Nan further behind her, her body tensing as she took a combat stance, offering one last warning.
“Jonin Ryūgan, you’d better think carefully.
Nan-kun is a child raised by Fugaku.”
“I also treat him like my own son.
Have you considered the consequences of trying to harm him?”
Hearing this, Uchiha Ryūgan’s impulsive anger cooled slightly.
He had originally thought Uchiha Nan had simply fled to the Clan Head’s house in desperation and that Lady Mikoto was protecting him out of a temporary whim of kindness.
He hadn’t expected the little brat to have such a connection with the Clan Head.
But didn’t Uchiha Ryuichi say he was an orphan?
Regardless of the truth, seeing Lady Mikoto ready for battle…
…he couldn’t actually strike her.
As long as the brat lived in the Uchiha Clan, there would be plenty of chances to teach him a lesson later.
It wasn’t worth offending the Clan Head’s family over this.
“Fine.
Since Lady Mikoto insists on protecting that little brat, I’ll give you face today.
But this isn’t over!”
At this, he glared fiercely at the brat behind Uchiha Mikoto, gave a cold laugh, and left after throwing out those parting words.
Uchiha Ryūgan didn’t say anything more, but the two people present understood his meaning.
Seeing the danger had passed, Uchiha Nan stepped out and shouted at Uchiha Ryūgan’s retreating back.
“Old geezer, threatening your grandpa, are you?
Next time I see your son, I’ll beat him up again!”
Uchiha Ryūgan’s retreating figure paused slightly, and the marble floor beneath his feet cracked.
However, he made no major move and left without looking back.
Uchiha Mikoto looked at the trash-talking Nan-kun with amusement, extending a slender white finger to tap his forehead.
“You little rascal.
But Konan, wait until Fugaku returns; I’ll have him let you move back in.
That way, that guy won’t dare trouble you anymore.”
Uchiha Nan shook his head gently, reaching out with his small child’s hand to hold Uchiha Mikoto’s larger one.
“Sister Mikoto, thank you for today, but forget about moving back.
I’m doing quite well on my own.”
He was no longer the Uchiha Nan of before.
If the original soul had heard this news, he might have been happy.
Provided he could forget the tragic experience of being abandoned by Uchiha Fugaku, but that was likely difficult.
If the original soul hadn’t harbored resentment toward Uchiha Fugaku, he wouldn’t have given up all hope and died without a struggle under the bullying of Uchiha Ryuichi and the others.
But regardless of what the original soul thought, he didn’t feel much about it.
Having fought on battlefields his entire previous life, the concept of ‘home’ had long since faded.
It was only because Uchiha Mikoto helped him today; if she ever faced difficulties in the future, Uchiha Nan would certainly assist her.
To the current Uchiha Nanichi, people like Uchiha Fugaku were merely familiar strangers.
Uchiha Mikoto thought Konan was still angry with Fugaku, so she didn’t press further and simply said…
“Alright, Konan.
You must be careful from now on.
That Uchiha Ryūgan is no good.”
“I’ll have Fugaku give him a warning.
I believe he won’t make a move against you openly, but…”
She left her further worries unsaid, believing that Nan-kun would certainly be on guard after this incident.
Uchiha Mikoto patted Uchiha Nan’s head with a smile.
“Why don’t you stay and have dinner at my place today?
Fugaku will be back soon.”
Uchiha Nan had originally planned to stay for dinner.
After all, choosing between eating with a kind older sister and eating alone at home—was there even a choice?
But since he didn’t want to face Uchiha Fugaku right now, he had to decline.
Uchiha Mikoto opened her mouth to say something but ultimately swallowed her words.
Knowing in her heart that Nan-kun hadn’t forgiven Fugaku yet, she could only force a smile.
“Alright, Nan-kun.
Remember to eat well while you’re home alone.
I’ll come see you next time.”
After leaving the Clan Head’s house, Uchiha Nan didn’t return the way he came.
Instead, he purposefully patrolled around the Uchiha Clan Compound.
Following the memories in his mind, he passed by the Training Grounds, the Uchiha Shrine, the Weapons Shop, and other such places to familiarize himself with the area.
Along the way, he witnessed sparring sessions between Ninjas, with flames and lightning flashing and ground cracking.
It made him clearly realize that he had arrived in another world.
He was no longer the Mercenary King from his past life, whose combat skills were forged in the fires of the battlefield.
Instead, he had become a six-year-old child with infinite possibilities.
But no matter which world it was, he believed he would eventually reach the top and become the supreme king.
Since he was in the Uchiha, the first step would be to take control of the Uchiha Clan.
But before that, he had to fill his stomach.
After countering Uchiha Ryuichi and evading a Jonin’s pursuit…
…the future King of the Ninja World was currently very hungry.
Uchiha Nan looked for dinner along the bustling Commercial Street in the south-central part of the Uchiha Clan Compound.
Along the way, shops and food stalls bearing the Uchiha Clan Crest were everywhere, their aromas filling the air.
Uchiha Nan chose a Pancake Shop, took his deluxe jumbo pancake from a plump owner, and headed home.