Konoha Notes

Chapter 295 Causing trouble

Hiashi Hyuga is very busy.

Becoming the head of a branch and being fully responsible for the operation of a department takes more effort than expected.

It was not easy for the branch alone to handle the large influx of people in the venue area, so he had to request reinforcements from the village.

The headquarters didn't assign any personnel, but accountability followed. In the end, the village mobilized ninjas from the Ninja Academy and other departments to assist.

"No tourists are allowed to climb to the top."

Many people shouted "refund!" or the name of a ninja, tried to jump down, and caused trouble for the cleaning staff.

Therefore, this arrangement is not aimed at the attackers, but at those who lost the bet.

"Tourists are prohibited from approaching the areas where ninjas are stationed in each village. A warning will be given once, and those who do not heed the warning will be knocked unconscious and dragged away. Those who stubbornly resist will be sent to the detention room."

He was never one for words. But sitting in this position, he had to repeat these trivial yet necessary orders every day. After the squad leaders received their orders and left, the command room fell silent again.

Hiashi glanced at the timer on the wall. There was still some time before his patrol time for the day.

He turned around and pushed open another door on the inside.

Behind the door was a spacious training room, where two figures were practicing basic physical techniques in the center.

As the sun's foot stepped in, the movement stopped simultaneously.

"Father."

The voices overlapped. The older girl's voice was soft and weak, while the younger one's was clear and melodious.

Riji did not respond. He simply walked to the edge of the room and stood with his back against the wall.

"Prepare."

As Hiashi finished speaking, Hinata and Hanabi stood facing each other, simultaneously adopting the starting stance of Gentle Fist.

Hinata Hanabi, who was just over two years old, launched the first attack after the signal to begin.

He crouched low and lunged forward. His youthful body unleashed a speed disproportionate to his size, and his right hand, fingers pointed like a knife, thrust straight at Hinata's ribs.

Hinata took a half step back and raised her hand to block. Her movement was precise, but she dissipated the force at the moment of contact, her palm merely brushing against Hanabi's wrist.

Hanabi, whose center of gravity was shifted, staggered half a step, then twisted her waist and spun around, slashing Hinata's neck with her left palm.

It was blocked again.

After three or four rounds of attack and defense, the older sister, who was five years older, always stopped short of hitting the mark. Every palm strike that should have landed was stopped at the last moment and turned into a gentle push.

Fireworks' attacks grew increasingly fierce. The routines of Soft Fist gradually became more coherent in her hands, and her footwork and palm techniques became more and more orderly.

The two-year-old child is absorbing the experience gained from sparring at a speed that can be seen with the naked eye.

Hinata's responses became increasingly strained.

She wasn't unable to keep up—that was obvious to Hiashi.

But her counterattack was too weak.

In the end, Hanabi's stamina gradually waned, and her movements became slower and slower.

Hijikata then said, "Stop."

The two girls stood still again. Hanabi was breathing heavily, her face flushed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. But she raised her head, revealing a pure smile, her clear white eyes shining as she looked directly at her older sister.

Hinata couldn't help but smile, her lips curving slightly. Only when Hiashi approached did she turn to the side as if startled, her hands hanging neatly at her sides.

"Hanabi."

The little girl immediately turned to her father.

"There was a problem with energy management. During the third round of attacks, my breathing rhythm became disordered, but I forced myself to speed up."

"When it's time to reorganize, we should slow down appropriately."

"Yes, Father!" Hanabi's voice was loud and clear, still tinged with excitement.

Hiashi glanced at Hinata.

The eldest daughter lowered her head, her neck curving into a gentle arc. Her hands clenched and unclenched quietly at her sides.

There was no comment, no guidance. Japan said nothing.

Just as this delicate silence was about to freeze, a vein suddenly bulged near his temple. His world unfolded, his vision penetrating layers of walls and floors, allowing him to "see" the group of people who had just stepped into the main entrance of the branch building.

The blue veins under his eyes subsided. Rizu turned around and opened the door to the training room.

"rest."

The moment the door closed behind him, he heard the sound of fireworks rushing towards his sister, and that childish voice: "Sister was so amazing just now!"

Japan did not turn back.

From the training room behind them, Hinata's soft response could be faintly heard, along with Hanabi's chattering questions.

When he went downstairs, the entire lobby came into view.

The two groups were clearly separated. The branch personnel had Konoha markings on their arms and wore dark blue uniforms.

The four newcomers were wearing headquarters vests and had Uchiha fans on their arms.

"minister."

As the Japanese soldier stepped down the last step, someone in the branch team spoke up.

Three members of the Uchiha Police Department headquarters sneered, with Fugaku, who was at the front, walking towards Hiashi.

"Minister," Hiashi greeted with a slight bow.

Fugaku Uchiha nodded and instructed those behind him, "Hachika, you stay here. I have something to say to Hiashi."

"Yes, Minister!"

Fugaku went upstairs, and Hyuga Hiashi followed a few steps behind him in silence.
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After the match, Uchiha Izumi joined Shuji and his two friends in a team-building activity.

The four of them stood next to a taiyaki stall, with Shuji, Anko, and Itachi each holding a cup of tea.

"It's too sweet." Shuuji diluted the sweetness with tea.

“Sweets have to be sweet, Shuuji.” Red Bean squinted her eyes contentedly. Eating sweets and drinking tea, life was pure bliss. “Right, Izumi?”

Izumi ate her silk fish cake in small bites, sitting next to Itachi, and nodded with a smile when she heard this.

The weasel was quiet, simply holding its teacup.

Until a member of the Dark Guard wearing an animal mask quietly approached Shuuji's side and whispered a few words.

“Senior.” Itachi immediately stood up.

"I need to take care of something." Xiu Sixu pressed down, gesturing for Itachi to sit down.

Shuji probably knows what Fugaku Uchiha is doing at the branch, but choosing this time and this method is really going to cause me trouble.
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"The patrol gaps here are too large; there are enough blind spots to hide a small squad. Is this how the branch is deployed?!"

Uchiha Inahisa pointed at the duty roster, her tone not particularly harsh, but it made the faces of the branch ninjas accompanying her tense and look extremely unpleasant.

Uchiha Tekka stood to the side with his arms crossed, observing coldly. Uchiha Yasho, on the other hand, remained expressionless, his gaze sweeping over the expressions of every branch member in the hall.

Just then, a light footstep came from the direction of the gate.

The footsteps were very ordinary, even somewhat casual.

Uchiha Inahisa subconsciously turned her head, her fingers still frozen in front of the deployment map.

When he saw the figure of the person who came, the finger that had been pointing at the world fell down naturally and was pulled back to his side.

His previously slightly forward-leaning and imposing posture instantly adjusted, and his back straightened up.

Uchiha Tetsuka and Uchiha Yasaka, who were standing slightly loosely, immediately straightened up and turned their eyes to the doorway.

"Are you talking about duty?" the man asked.

"Lord Shuji," Yashiro's voice was respectful. "Yes, the branch recently sought reinforcements, and today the department head brought us here to inspect and provide guidance."

Xiu Si nodded: "Now that we've discovered the problem, let's take some people to fix it."

"Uh...but..."

Yashiro mumbled a reply: "The minister... he's still here..."

"Do we need a formal warrant?" Shuji asked, looking at Yashiro.

"No...no, we'll go right away." Looking at the expressionless man before him, Fugaku's assistant finally agreed.

(End of this chapter)