I Am Fugaku Uchiha

In the afternoon, Fugaku arrived at the Konoha training ground after handing over the orders and candidates for deployment to the border to Akihiko.

Standing on the training ground, he looked at the Hokage building with a smile on his face, wondering if the Konoha high-level officials would take action. According to the time, they shouldn't, but he hoped they would.

Even without Sharingan's or Shisui's eyes, Fugaku could effortlessly eliminate Danzo. But he couldn't justify doing so without a valid reason. If Danzo were to provoke him, Fugaku could defend himself and then use force to deter the Konoha officials.

Over the past six months, Fugaku realized that his body held not only great strength but also defense and auxiliary abilities. The impressive chakra volume, superior chakra control, heightened ninjutsu potency, robust recovery, and immunity to poison made it easier for him to develop ninjutsu.

He needs to continue developing his fighting style on his own. Nevertheless, these auxiliary abilities significantly facilitate the development of ninjutsu. The thought made Fugaku chuckle in amusement. Could being undefendable also be considered a form of invincibility?

During his training, Obito tried to perform the Fire Release: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique in the designated area, but the resulting flame was too small to have any kind of effect on the surrounding area.

Fugaku, feeling the heat behind him, turned to witness this unsatisfactory display. He couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment at Obito's inability to execute the technique after it was clearly explained to him.

It became evident that the power of love was not to be underestimated, especially if it came from a woman, as it had the ability to not only empower individuals but also destroy entire nations.

Obito furrowed his brow, feeling frustrated by his unsuccessful attempt at the technique. Comparing it to the clan leader's effortless execution, it felt as different as a prodigy from an amateur, a fact that only served to deepen his sadness.

"Obito, everyone makes mistakes and faces challenges. It's how we handle those situations that defines us. Instead of getting discouraged, use your mistakes as learning opportunities. Start by breaking down the task into smaller steps, and practice each step until you have it mastered. Don't focus on the end goal, but on the process of getting there. And remember, practice makes perfect, so keep at it and believe in yourself." Fugaku reassured Obito.

Obito looked up at him with watery eyes, feeling encouraged. "Thank you, Clan Leader. I won't give up."

Fugaku nodded with a small smile. "I know you won't, Obito. Keep working hard and don't hesitate to ask for help if you need it."

His sincere attitude made him unable to hide his average talent. As he observed Obito, he pondered ways to address this youngster's difficulties. It is important to note that this individual later endured a tragic fate where half of his body was crushed and he relied on half of Zetsu's body.

Zetsu possessed the cells of Senju Hashirama on his body, and when combined with Uchiha's physique, it could result in significant transformations. Thus, I wonder if there are any disparities between my current physical condition and that of Hashirama's. Would it be beneficial to transplant my cells into members of the Uchiha clan? It certainly appears to be the case.

The idea intrigued him, but he hesitated. Transplanting his own cells into Obito seemed unrealistic without proper technical support. Using Obito as a mere experimental subject was out of the question, especially since they were clan members. Alternatively, he considered the possibility of stimulating Obito's potential with a drop of his blood, similar to techniques in martial arts novels.

After a quick thought, Fugaku made up his mind and tapped Obito on the shoulder. "You keep training here; I'll go grab something."

"Alright."

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He looked around the street with curiosity. He had been here before, but he still felt out of place. This world had sealed food, such as boxed milk and other products. He wondered how and where they were made. He also wondered about the origin of things like his natural gas stove and refrigerator.

If these things existed, why didn't they have cars and similar inventions? This world was very strange. He gave up trying to understand these things and shook his head.

He had just bought some milk when he noticed someone lying on a nearby rooftop, hiding his presence and looking in the opposite direction.

The person was tall and had a forehead protector with the character "oil" on it. His white hair reached his waist. He wore a red coat with a brown shirt underneath, wooden clogs on his feet, and armor-like equipment on his hands. He was holding a monocular telescope and peering at the other side. It was none other than Jiraiya.

Fugaku put the milk aside, crossed the street, and followed his gaze. The other side was a bathhouse, and it was for women only.

"Damn, this is what a man should be." Fugaku exclaimed. He would have done the same thing long ago if he didn't care about Uchiha's reputation.

He had watched Naruto before and thought that Jiraiya was the epitome of manhood in Naruto. He had great strength, clear goals, a lustful nature, and a penchant for drinking wine and watching women bathe in his spare time. That was what life was about.

A man should at least respect women, not ignore them. A man who was not lustful was either a coward or a fool. What is a man's pursuit? Only money and women are also possible if you say career and love. That was what Fugaku believed. He used a body flicker technique to arrive on the rooftop.

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