Bratva: Some things never change

Chapter 11: Struggle

As the laugh died down, Izaku though it was the right time to ask, "Well, what is that procedure the Secretary was talking about?"

Kioshi's expression turned serious as he replied, "You know that not all clan members have a Sharingan, even for those having the Uchiha blood, right?"

Izaku frowned, "I don't like where this is going."

Kioshi nodded, "The Secretary is proposing a procedure to transplant Sharingan from deceased clan members to those who don't have it, essentially giving them the opportunity to unlock its full potential and become stronger."

Izaku's frown deepened, "But that's... that's in every way, fucked up. It's one thing to use one's own Sharingan, but to take it from someone who's passed away? That's sacrilegious, beside, it will tax on the chakra of the receiver."

Kioshi shook his head, "From an outsider with no Uchiha blood in him or whatsoever? yes. But for the member who does have the bloodline but didn't actually activate the Dojutsu, it's more beneficial. However the downside of this, it's that you can't deactivate it."

Izaku seems to follow his train of thought as he continued in his place, "And with our Senju body and their chakra reserve, it can easily be ignored."

Kioshi nodded, "Exactly. And it's not like we're taking the Sharingan from just any deceased clan member, it would only be those who have consented to it before they passed away, all sharingan operatives signed the contract after 1 year in the CSA to be able to get a promotion. And it's not like we're doing it without any regulation or oversight, there would be a committee set up to ensure that the procedure is done ethically and that the recipient is capable of handling the Sharingan's power."

Izaku sighed, "I understand the potential benefits, but it still doesn't sit right with me. I think we should consider other options before resorting to this."

Kioshi nodded, "I agree, but the reality is that our clan is in a weakened state. We've lost a lot of members on this war, and we need to do everything we can to ensure our survival. And this procedure could be one way to do that."

Izaku looked at him for a moment, then nodded, "I understand. But what about you, Kioshi? did you really agree with this? or it was, like you said, 'To ensure our survival'."

Kioshi grimaced, "Honestly, I have mixed feelings about it. On one hand, I can see the potential benefits for our clan, but on the other hand, I also understand that's fucked up. But ultimately, I believe that we have to do what's necessary to survive and protect our clan, even if it means making difficult decisions. And as one of the heirs, I have a responsibility to do what's best for our clan."

As the discussion died down, they sat there in silence, enjoying each other company.

In a way, it was to pay their respect to Yoriichi, a quiet moment for their deceased teammate.

After some times, Kioshi sat up abruptly, he said with a slight, sad smile, "Want to spare?"

Izaku nodded with a smirk, "Sure, let's go."

They made their way to the destroyed part of the garden, silently acknowledging their shared grief for Yoriichi.

As they began to spar, Kioshi couldn't help but feel grateful for having someone like Izaku in his life. Despite their differences, they had always been there for each other, and that was something he valued more than anything.

As they continued to spar, Kioshi felt himself letting go of some of the weight that had been weighing him down since Yoriichi's death. He felt a sense of clarity and purpose, knowing that he had a responsibility to protect and strengthen his clan.