A Second of Acting Like a Perverted Gay Man!
5: Chapter 5: Checking the Water Meter?
A Second of Acting Like a Perverted Gay Man!
“Bang!
Bang!” The broken wooden door was pounded with a deafening sound.
“Yuya, don’t play dead!
I’m counting to three.
If you don’t open the door, it’ll be treated as resisting investigation!” Yuya had just swallowed the paper ball filled with secrets and almost choked, rolling his eyes.
He dragged his feet over and pulled open half the door.
Standing outside was the chatty patrol extra from in front of the shrine.
The other person’s toe was pressed firmly against the threshold, preventing him from closing the door.
“You actually came back.
I thought you were going to go embarrass yourself at Captain Itachi’s doorstep again.” The extra held his nose in the air, looking at him like he was trash: “Captain Itachi is checking the posts.
Honestly confess, did you see any strangers before going to the shrine today?” Yuya shook his head like a rattle: “No.” “Did anyone teach you those words?” “Definitely not.” The extra stepped forward, his eyes turning cold: “Think carefully.
The clan isn’t peaceful right now.
You made such a scene today; if you’re really involved with outsiders, the Konoha Military Police Force will skin you alive!” Yuya was frantically complaining in his heart.
Good grief, checking uplines and sources of contact.
A living Yama is a living Yama—even when getting confessed to, he has to conduct a background check!
His face fell, and he started to act pathetic in a dry, monotonous way.
“Big brother, I’ve failed the Genin exam three times.
I can’t even touch the threshold of a meeting.” “If outsiders were looking for a spy, finding a dog would be better than finding me, right?
At least a dog can bite people!” The young Uchiha was stumped by this.
That was indeed the truth.
Uchiha Yuya’s presence in the clan was ridiculously low; he usually took detours when seeing people and rarely went to the training grounds.
Expecting someone like this to be a spy had high risks and low rewards.
Unless the person behind the scenes had water in their brain.
He changed the subject and threw out a lethal question: “Then why did you say ‘If I don’t say it now, I won’t have another chance’ in front of the shrine?
What did you hear?” The dagger was revealed!
Yuya’s heart contracted violently.
Touching the matter of the clan extermination meant death.
Itachi would definitely upgrade him from a “mental patient” to a “secret-leaking hazard”!
By then, let alone having Three Body Technique MAX, even if he learned Fire Style: Majestic Destroyer Flame on the spot, he would still be arranged as an annual user of Tsukuyomi.
He immediately hunched his neck, acting like a coward to the extreme.
“I didn’t hear anything!
It’s just that the clan has been too oppressive lately, there are many patrols, and there are people watching in the shadows at night.” “I’m timid; I can’t sleep if the wind is too strong.
The less everyone talks, the more scared I get.
My brain got hot, and I just felt that if I didn’t confess, I really wouldn’t have another chance.” The extra snorted coldly: “Scared enough to go confess to Captain Itachi?” Yuya nodded frantically, squeezing a bit of fanaticism into his eyes.
“You guys fear him, but I think he’s handsome!
A genius, an Anbu Captain—who doesn’t look at his expression?” “Actually, I never thought Senior Itachi would agree.
I just felt that in life, you have to go for it once.
What if?
What if he just happens to like someone like me…” “Shut up!” The extra’s temple vein throbbed wildly; he hurriedly interrupted the spellcasting.
He would rather interrogate a hard-boned spy than listen to a grown man talk about how he craved Captain Itachi’s body.
It was so damn dirty to the ears!
The rhythm of the investigation was forcibly bent by this wave of disgusting maneuvers.
But the people of the Uchiha were not pushovers.
The next second, a wave of Chakra pressure rushed towards Yuya’s face without warning.
It wasn’t strong, but it was enough to make a good-for-nothing kneel on the spot.
The [Mental Resilience] that had just arrived in Yuya’s brain took effect instantly, stabilizing his mind like ballast.
He didn’t retreat, just stiffened.
The extra stared at him for a few seconds: “You didn’t dodge.” Yuya gave two dry laughs: “My legs are numb.” “…” The extra was completely speechless.
This excuse was incredibly lame, but on this piece of trash, it was a perfectly closed loop.
He retracted his Chakra and stepped back in disgust.
“From now on, stay at home honestly!
Don’t go to the shrine, don’t get close to Captain Itachi.
The Uchiha’s face isn’t enough for you to lose!” The footsteps faded away.
Yuya closed the door, and the submissiveness on his face vanished completely.
He knew this was just the first wave of probing.
The one checking the water meter was an extra, but the one reading the report was Uchiha Itachi!
…
The night was deep, on the roof of the Uchiha Clan Compound.
The extra knelt on the tiles, quickly reporting the results of the interrogation.
“No contact with outsiders, no abnormalities in the house.
Abilities haven’t changed, even the Three Body Technique is unstable.
It’s highly likely his brain short-circuited due to excessive pressure.” A few steps away, Itachi stood on the edge of the roof ridge, his black hair lifted by the night wind.
He didn’t respond immediately.
The extra added a sentence.
“I tried using Chakra to suppress him.
He didn’t resist, nor did he hide his Chakra fluctuations.
As for Ninjutsu, it’s still the same as before, even the Three Body Technique is unstable.
It’s highly likely just excessive mental pressure.” Itachi finally spoke.
“He mentioned the atmosphere within the clan.” The young Uchiha lowered his head.
“Yes.
Patrols have increased, secret meetings are frequent; many people in the clan can see this.
He doesn’t necessarily know the specific details.” Itachi turned around and walked two steps towards the Naka River.
“Not necessarily.” The young Uchiha didn’t dare to reply.
Itachi stopped at the end of the roof ridge; his words were light, but they pressed down on people so they dared not ignore them.
“He doesn’t look like someone who holds the plan.
But he did things that would interfere with judgment at the wrong time.” The young Uchiha hesitated for a moment.
“Then should we have the Konoha Military Police Force watch him?” “No need to make a scene.” Itachi’s arrangement was very brief.
“Put him on the observation list.
Record only, no contact.” The young Uchiha left after receiving the order.
Only Itachi remained on the roof.
The absurd confession in front of the shrine during the day was dismantled again in his mind.
Uchiha Yuya’s every sentence was messy, but each time he avoided the most dangerous positions.
He didn’t mention the coup.
He didn’t mention the Village higher-ups.
He didn’t mention the Anbu.
He only grabbed onto “fear” and “admiration”—the two reasons hardest to convict—turning the whole thing into a joke.
If it was a disguise, the cost was too ugly.
If it was a coincidence, the timing was too precise.
Itachi wasn’t confused by the confession.
That guy was rebuilding his file.
Name: Uchiha Yuya.
Tags: Good-for-nothing, suspected homosexual, mental breakdown, unknown interference source.
Danger Level: To be observed.
Itachi looked up towards the direction of the dilapidated courtyard at the edge of the Uchiha Clan Compound, and a moment later, disappeared behind the roof ridge.
The next morning.
Just as the Uchiha Clan Compound opened for the day and started fires, there was a lot of gossip on the street.
When Yuya carried an empty water bucket out of the courtyard, the two aunts next door were originally chatting about the price of rice; seeing him come out, they immediately stopped.
Several young Uchiha patrolling at the street corner also turned their heads to look.
No one started cursing.
But that strange silence was more ear-piercing than cursing.
Yuya took two steps with the water bucket; in the distance, a child pulled his companion and whispered.
“That’s him, the one who confessed to Big Brother Itachi yesterday.” Another child lowered his voice.
“Can men also confess?” Yuya’s feet paused.
Very good.
The confession incident had started to spread from the shrine to the entire Uchiha.