Drunken Space Ninjutsu

Chapter 9

Fugaku was standing among his clansmen—and clanswomen—of the Konoha Military Police Force. They were deployed all around the building, creating a line of defence impossible to pass.

Well, if you didn't count that guy in green—where had he seen something similar?—but that had happened before he'd arrived and taken charge of it.

Nobody would pass on his watch.

"Sir! We have a problem!" he heard Masahiro speak frantically through the earpiece "The enemy—"

"Just tell me where this 'Uchiha clan head' is, Masahiro," he interrupted coldly.

"Well, he is almost at the building's entrance, but I think he may really be an Uchiha! Also, the Hokage—"

Fugaku turned off the earpiece. His day was already crazy as it was, he didn't want to listen to ramblings about other Uchiha running around, besides his clansmen.

He was eager for a fight against this unknown fool who dared to pretend to be the leader of Konoha's greatest clan. When he met the might of the Military Police, he was going to wish he'd never set foot in the village.

"What a prick," muttered Masahiro, after staring in shock at the now silent radio equipment.

He switched channels. He had to tell somebody that the enemy was, apparently, able to use senjutsu.

Sasuke left the building walking slowly out of the main entrance, a fake standard ANBU sword in his hand courtesy of his owner who was lying somewhere inside with three—or was it four?—broken limbs.

These impostors had sure done their work. The equipment really was indistinguishable from the stuff the ANBU operatives used in the field. And off duty. And while training. Well, the gear they always carried.

The street was full of them. Impostors, thieves, who dared to use his bloodline on such a scale. Where had they gotten the eyes? He was sure that his own, and Obito's remaining one in Kakashi's eye socket, were the only sharingan eyes in the world. Maybe Danzo had stolen them after the massacre, and placed them in suspension? Or had Orochimaru found a way to clone the bloodline he had desired so much?

Oh well, it didn't matter.

He would destroy them, humiliate them and terrorize them. Not necessary in that order. And he knew just the right way to do it.

Passing his thumb over the blade's edge, he drew a droplet of blood. Then, after a few seals, he slammed it onto the dusty ground.

"Kuchiyose!" he yelled.

Nothing happened.

Why did nothing happen?

Fugaku was not impressed. The enemy was young, very young, and didn't look that strong at all. However, he had to recognize that he at least looked like an Uchiha.

Maybe one of his clansmen had an "accident" during a mission, years ago? He was sure that if that were the case, it would have been a clansman's fault. If an Uchiha woman had had a similar "accident" during a mission, she at least would have known if she'd conceived a baby. And it would have raised by the clan.