The domineering Uchiha drove the Third Hokage mad!

In front of a dilapidated wooden house, the old wooden door was gently knocked on.

The door creaked open, revealing the haggard face of a woman with red and swollen eyes.

"Hello, I am Uchiha Yakumi. Your husband fought alongside me on the front lines in Iwagakure. Due to your husband's unfortunate death in battle, our Uchiha clan is issuing a one-time compensation of 216 million ryo. Please sign for it."

With his hands, still bearing the scent of medicine, Uchiha held a bulging envelope. His voice was steady and powerful: "Our Uchiha clan thanks him for his sacrifices for Konoha. If you encounter any difficulties, you can come to the Konoha Police Department to find me."

The woman trembled as she took the envelope, and when her fingers touched the thick wad of banknotes, tears finally streamed down her face.

"Th-thank you..."

She choked back tears, pressing the envelope tightly to her chest: "With this money... at least the children won't go hungry..."

Two small, thin figures were peeking from behind the door inside the house.

Uchiha Yakumi took out two packets of candy from his bag: "Don't be afraid, this is a gift from your uncle."

He had encountered this situation many times today, so he specially bought some candy.

In fact, such things are happening all over Konoha Village.

The Kurama clan ninja erected a high platform in the center of the market, their voices booming like bells: "The forces led by Uchiha Fugaku have captured over five thousand Iwa ninja! Onoki has surrendered! They've paid a reparations of 30 billion ryo!"

"The Uchiha clan did not allow the heroes of Konoha to bleed and weep. For the ninjas who died on the Iwagakure battlefield, the Uchiha clan will pay compensation in advance. Genin will receive a one-time compensation of 216 million ryo, Chunin 864 million ryo, and Jonin 3000 million ryo!"

His voice, amplified by chakra, resounded throughout the entire business district.

At the ramen stall, a middle-aged man asked in a low voice, "I heard we defeated Kumogakure, but why didn't those who died on the Kumogakure battlefield receive a single coin?"

His companion slammed his fist on the table in anger: "Isn't that right! My neighbor's kid died on the Cloud Hidden battlefield. His wife and kids are almost starving now!"

The young ninjas of the Kazami clan moved between taverns, shouting at each one they entered: "Great victory on the Iwagakure battlefield! Fugaku Uchiha's forces captured over five thousand Iwagakure ninja! Onoki surrendered! They paid a reparations of 30 billion ryo!"

At this time, the square in front of the Hokage Building was already packed with people.

The family members, dressed in mourning clothes, crowded at the front, their cries rising and falling.

The ninjas, who had just returned from the battlefield in Iwagakure, stood in the second row, their faces filled with anger.

Ordinary villagers gathered in the outer circle, discussing the matter.

"My son died on the battlefield of Yunyin! Why is there no compensation?" An elderly woman with white hair leaned on a cane, but her voice was unusually loud.

"The people from the Iwagakure battlefield got so much, what about us?!" A one-armed ninja roared, waving his empty sleeve.

The guards, covered in sweat, formed a human wall.

However, it was constantly being impacted by the surging crowds, making it teeter on the brink of collapse.

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching roar ripped through the sky: "Hiruzen Sarutobi! You come out here!"

The crowd parted to make way, and a Jonin with a full beard strode forward.

His headband was crooked, his eyes were bloodshot, and his combat uniform was stained with blood that hadn't been washed off.

His voice was terribly hoarse as he pulled a photograph from his pocket and held it high: "My daughter is only ten years old! She's only ten! Why did you let her graduate early and send her to the battlefield?"

The photo shows a little girl with pigtails, smiling sweetly at the camera.

This scene brought tears to the eyes of all the parents present.

"My son is only eight years old. He hasn't even finished learning the Three Body Techniques, yet he's been prematurely graduated and sent to the Hidden Mist Battlefield. Are you even human?"

"Give us back our child!"

"Give us back our child..."

The waves of anger grew louder and louder.

The shockwave caused the glass of the Hokage Building to tremble slightly.

Inside the Hokage's office, Hiruzen Sarutobi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his pipe long since extinguished.

He silently gazed at the dense crowd below, his brow furrowed.

Danzo Shimura emerged from the shadows, leaning on his cane, a cold glint in his single eye: "Hiruzen, we can't let this continue, or more and more people will gather."

Hiruzen Sarutobi sighed, turned and walked to his desk, tacitly agreeing to Danzo's suggestion.

At that moment, his back looked particularly hunched.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Dozens of Root ninjas suddenly sprang out from all corners and instantly subdued several of the ninjas who were leading the disturbance!

The leader of the Root ninjas coldly announced, "We are arresting you on charges of espionage. We hope you will cooperate!"

The crowd erupted in chaos!

"Bullshit! I just got back from the battlefield in Iwagakure, how am I a spy?" a ninja with a scar on his face roared, his left arm still wrapped in bandages.

A female ninja screamed, "Third Hokage Hiruzen Sarutobi, do you dare to do it but not admit it? My husband died on the battlefield in Kumogakure, and he sent my son to the front lines in Kirigakure. Kill me, I don't want to live anymore!"

These ninjas, who had just returned from the battlefield, were already seething with anger.

Hearing the woman's tearful account now ignited his anger instantly.

They used the Body Flicker Technique to get close and unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks on the Root ninjas, instantly knocking dozens of them to the ground.

A ninja in his forties suddenly leaped from the crowd onto the fountain statue, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Breaking news! Over a thousand people have died on the Kirigakure battlefield! The Kirigakure frontline commander, Hyuga Hiyori, has had his right eye gouged out!"

This news was like a bucket of ice water poured into a boiling oil pan.

The crowd went completely berserk, their roars deafening: "Hiruzen Sarutobi, give us an explanation!"

"Hiruzen Sarutobi, you bastard, give our child back!"

The guards of the Hokage Tower were retreating steadily, and the situation was about to spiral out of control.

Looking at the commotion in the direction of the Hokage Building, Uchiha Mitsumine said softly, "Clan leader, it's your turn."

Fugaku Uchiha nodded slightly, straightened his collar, and turned to walk towards the Hokage Building.

"Everyone! I am the head of the Uchiha clan. My clan has more than three hundred children who have been sent to the Hidden Mist battlefield. The youngest among them is only eight years old, and the oldest is no more than eleven."

Fugaku Uchiha's voice wasn't loud, but the noisy crowd instantly fell silent.

Many ninjas had tears in their eyes, and some had begun to sob quietly.

Fugaku Uchiha's voice suddenly rose: "In the name of the Uchiha clan head, I propose that we immediately support the Hidden Mist battlefield! Rescue our children! Furthermore, we must take revenge on the Hidden Mist Village!"

A thunderous cheer suddenly erupted!

"Support the Uchiha!"

"Charge towards Kirigakure!"

"Support the Uchiha!"

The sound waves grew louder and louder, shaking the entire Hidden Leaf Village.

Inside the Hokage's office, the documents in Hiruzen Sarutobi's hands were already crumpled and deformed.

The scene of the crowd's outrage in the surveillance crystal made his face turn ashen.

He noticed that many members of the Ino-Shika-Cho trio, as well as Hyuga ninjas, were also shouting their support, a discovery that sank his heart to the bottom.

Koharu Utatane said urgently, beads of sweat forming on her forehead, "Hiruzen! We absolutely cannot let the Uchiha gain any more merit!"

Mitokado Homura adjusted his glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold light: "More than 3000 Konoha ninjas who retreated from the Kumogakure battlefield have been staying in the Kirigakure battlefield for some time now, and good news will be coming back soon..."

Danzo stood in the shadows, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Wouldn't it be better to send the Uchiha to their deaths?"

After a long silence, Hiruzen Sarutobi finally stood up and adjusted his Hokage hat: "I'll go apologize. The people will understand..."