“Alright, I understand.”
Fugaku didn’t ask a single follow-up question.
From the moment he decided to follow Shin and leave Konoha, he had completely entrusted the future of the Uchiha to this young man’s hands, so naturally, he wouldn’t hesitate any further.
Shin then looked up, scanning the elite members of the clan before him, and methodically assigned tasks:
“Uncle Kai, Uncle Tekka, you two take ten Jonin-level clansmen to scout the surroundings, map out the terrain, and clear any potential threats along the way.”
“Uncle Tōka, Elder Setsuna, you take the Chunin and higher-ranked clansmen to handle the camp’s perimeter security.
Set up Warning Barriers; we must not let any accidents harm the elderly, weak, women, or children of the clan.”
“Everyone else, follow the Clan Leader to build a temporary base.”
The moment the command was given, all the clansmen immediately sprang into action without any delay.
The young adult Ninjas carried their Ninja tools and held Kunai, following Fugaku into the depths of the dense forest.
Their Sharingan scanned the thick ancient trees, precisely selecting wood suitable for building the camp.
With swift movements of their blades, tree trunks as thick as several people’s embrace fell to the ground, their actions clean and efficient, not even letting extra wood chips splash onto others.
The women, holding children, cleared flat areas in the forest clearings to set up simple tents and build windproof stoves.
They organized the dry rations, cooking utensils, and medicine they had brought along.
Soon, a faint scent of cooking smoke began to drift through the once empty and silent forest.
Uchiha Kai and Tekka, leading ten Jonin, instantly turned into several afterimages, speeding off in the four cardinal directions.
They vanished into the depths of the forest in an instant, leaving only the sound of leaves rustling slightly.
Tōka and Uchiha Setsuna also dispersed with their teams.
Their Three-Tomoe Sharingan spun slowly, and their vast perception spread out, bringing a radius of several kilometers around the camp into their surveillance zone.
The Ninjas of the Barrier Squad had already crouched down, their Chakra leaving fine patterns on the ground as they began to draw Warning Barriers.
Every node was perfectly aligned, allowing for no mistakes.
Shin didn’t join the busy crowd.
He leaped up, landing on top of a massive rock several dozen meters high nearby.
Facing the sea breeze carrying a salty, fishy scent, he looked toward the heart of the island.
The Eyes of Indra in his gaze activated slightly, and his vast perception spread out in all directions like a tide, passing over layers of towering ancient trees and rolling hills, until it touched the churning white waves on the other side of the island.
This island was much more vast than he had expected.
Just the area his perception could steadily cover was already over a hundred times larger than the entire Konoha Ninja Village, not to mention the island’s interior still hidden in the mist.
Shin made a rough calculation in his mind.
The island’s land was fertile and water was abundant.
It could easily support more than just their thirteen thousand clansmen; even if the population increased tenfold to a hundred thousand, it would be more than enough.
Previously in Konoha, they were confined to that walled clan compound, with the omnipresent surveillance of the Konoha higher-ups above them and Danzo’s hidden fangs in the shadows.
Even leaving the village required layers of reporting, and any slight disturbance would be labeled as a rebellion.
They lived in constant fear and endured everything.
But now, this endless land beneath his feet had no schemes, no wariness, and no omnipresent spies.
It belonged entirely to the Uchiha Clan.
Shin’s fingertips gently rubbed his palm, and a relieved smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
From the day he planned the evacuation from Konoha, he never just wanted to survive after escaping.
He wanted to find a place where the Uchiha, who had been cursed for centuries, could truly take root and grow freely.
This isolated island was their new starting point.
Next, they needed to build an impregnable camp, understand the rules of this world, break the Curse of Blindness in their bloodline, and ensure that the Uchiha name was no longer the “Evil Clan” feared by everyone in the Ninja World, but a colossus that could truly stand firm on this vast, turbulent sea.
He looked toward the horizon where the sea met the sky.
The sea breeze whipped his hem, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.
Whether it was the sea or the New World, the so-called Four Emperors, Marines, or the World Government, none of them could stop the rise of the Uchiha.
From the moment they stepped onto this land, the new era of the Uchiha had already begun.
“Uncle, I’ll leave this place to you.
I plan to head out for a bit.”
A moment later, Shin found Fugaku, who was planning the temporary base.
The other man was crouching on the ground, holding a sharpened branch, sketching the layout of the camp stroke by stroke on the flat mud—
Where to build the clansmen’s residences, where to set up fixed sentry posts, where to store supply warehouses—even the nodes for the barriers were clearly marked.
Hearing the voice, Fugaku looked up and stopped his movements.
“What is it?
Did you find something?” he asked, his brow furrowing slightly.
“Nothing special,” Shin shook his head.
“This world mainly relies on sea routes.
I want to go to the shore to see if I can encounter any passing ships and, while I’m at it, check the situation in the nearby waters.”
Fugaku was silent for a few seconds before nodding.
“I see…
that works.
Take Yakumi and Yashiro with you.
Both are Elite Jonin of the clan.
Having them along for support will put my mind at ease.”
“Alright,” Shin replied, then added, “By the way, Uncle, this island is large enough for us to recover and thrive.”
“If we use the supplies we brought sparingly, they’ll last over a year.”
“Once the camp is built, let the clan’s Ninjas help clear the surrounding wilderness for the ordinary clansmen to farm.
We need to establish a firm foundation first.”
“After we’ve rested for a while and understood the rules of this world, we’ll make further plans.”
“Mhm, I understand,” Fugaku said in a steady tone.
“Go ahead, and be careful.”
“Okay.”
Watching Shin’s figure disappear among the leaves of the dense forest, the branch in Fugaku’s hand slowly lowered.
He let out a soft sigh, his eyes swirling with hesitation and thought.
He was wondering whether he should completely hand over the position of Uchiha Clan Leader to Shin.
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