Shisui: I want to be the clan leader!

The afternoon was quiet, with only two or three customers wandering into Shiroishi's shop. It was a typical day for the Uchiha clan, where only a fraction of its thousands of members actively served as ninjas. Many lacked the talent, and others chose a different path, preferring peaceful lives. Of the few hundred who were skilled enough to become ninjas, an even smaller number were out performing missions. Many served in Konoha's Security Department, handling civilian matters rather than fighting, and the Uchiha tasked with internal duties rarely engaged in combat. With little need for ninja tools, business in the shop was slow.

As evening fell, the comforting aroma of dinner began to fill the air. Alice had taken charge in the kitchen, and Shiroishi, unable to resist the tantalizing scent, glanced toward her direction. He could tell from the rich fragrance alone that her cooking was on an entirely different level, far surpassing even Teuchi's famous hand-made ramen—a dish beloved by many, including elite jounin like Kakashi.

Soon after, Alice emerged from the kitchen, balancing several plates in her arms.

"My lord, dinner is ready!"

Shiroishi stood up, with Shinji Hirako trailing behind. They entered the dining room to find six meticulously prepared dishes spread across the table. The vibrant colors and intertwined aromas were mouthwatering, increasing their hunger with each passing second. Even the ninja cats lingering outside were drawn by the scent, slowly gathering by the door.

"Alice, you've outdone yourself. Thank you," Shiroishi said, his tone sincere.

"No need to thank me, my lord," Alice responded with a proud smile, puffing up her chest ever so slightly.

Shiroishi and the two cats, unable to wait any longer, picked up their chopsticks and began eating. As Shiroishi bit into the first piece of meat, the rich flavors burst across his tongue, the savory juices flooding his senses. Each bite was more delicious than the last, and even after he swallowed, the flavors lingered on his palate.

"This is incredible," Shiroishi muttered to himself. "Much better than Teuchi's ramen. Is this the level of the gourmet world? Truly a dish worthy of the Nakiri family." He couldn't help but marvel at Alice's cooking skills, as if her dishes came from an entirely different dimension, a skill honed to perfection.

Alice, noticing Shiroishi's admiration, beamed even more brightly. "As long as you're happy, my lord."

By the time they had finished, the entire table was empty. Not a single scrap remained, much to the disappointment of the ninja cats that had gathered, hoping for a leftover morsel.

After dinner, Shiroishi retired to the lounge. The ninja shop was divided into several sections: the front area, where ninja tools were displayed, and a warehouse in the back, stocked with more supplies. The living quarters—consisting of a lounge, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, and a small yard—formed the private part of the shop. The yard was dotted with fruit trees, which offered some tranquility amid the bustling village.

Sitting on a recliner, Shiroishi reflected on Alice. He had initially been unsure of her, but after tasting her cooking, his opinion had shifted. While her culinary skills wouldn't solve the larger issues facing Uchiha, they had certainly improved his quality of life. In a world driven by desires for power, strength, and status, food was a desire often overlooked, but no less important. And in this regard, Alice was unrivaled. There was no one in Konoha, or even in the entire Naruto world, who could match her expertise in the kitchen.

Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Who is it?" Shiroishi called.

"Shiroishi, it's me," came a familiar voice—Uchiha Shisui.

Shiroishi quickly opened the door, welcoming his old friend inside.

"Shisui, what brings you here this late?"

Shisui stepped in, visibly weary, and helped himself to a cup of tea before sitting opposite Shiroishi. After taking a deep breath, his expression grew serious as he scanned the room.

"Shiroishi, there's something important we need to discuss," Shisui said, his voice low. The weight of his words was palpable, and Shiroishi leaned in, sensing that whatever Shisui had to say was not to be taken lightly.

Shisui Uchiha stood in the dimly lit room, his sharp eyes scanning the space before him. The tension in his body was palpable, though he tried to remain calm. He had made his decision—one that would change not just his life, but the future of the Uchiha clan.

"I've decided," Shisui finally spoke, his voice steady but firm. "I want to be the clan leader."

Shiraishi, sitting across from him, lifted his gaze from the table, meeting Shisui's serious expression. The words hung in the air like a storm brewing on the horizon.

"I never thought of this path before," Shisui continued, pacing now. "For so long, I struggled with the conflict between the Uchiha and Konoha. It felt like no matter what, there was no way to mend the rift. It was either loyalty to the clan or loyalty to the village. But after our conversation earlier today, I realized... if things stay as they are, we're headed straight for disaster."

Shiroishi remained silent, sensing that Shisui had more to say.

"I looked into the state of the conservative and radical factions," Shisui went on. "And it's clear. Fugaku-sama... he hasn't done enough. He doesn't have the strength to lead us out of this. A real leader wouldn't allow the clan to split like this. If he were truly capable, there would be only one Uchiha faction, united under his leadership. But that's not the reality we're living in."

Shisui stopped, his eyes narrowing in determination. "If I were the clan leader, I would never let things get this bad."

Shiroishi's heart skipped a beat. The story had changed. In the original timeline, Shisui never even considered taking the position of clan leader. He had always planned to use Kotoamatsukami, his powerful genjutsu, to control Fugaku and avoid a coup. But now, years before the fateful night of the Uchiha massacre, Shisui was contemplating something much more drastic: overthrowing Fugaku himself.

"Shisui," Shiroishi spoke, his voice calm but laced with curiosity, "how do you plan to do it?"

Shisui stopped pacing and turned to face his friend, his eyes shining with a mix of ambition and resolve. "If I want to be the clan leader, first, I need to be stronger. My current level—an elite Jounin with the Three Tomoe Sharingan—it's not enough. I need more power. Second, I'll need support. The Uchiha elders hold a lot of sway, and right now, six of them support Fugaku. Only three are dissatisfied with his leadership."

Shiroishi leaned forward slightly, intrigued. Shisui was known for his strength and his ideals, but this level of political strategy was new.

"I'll need to win over at least six of the elders," Shisui explained, his voice tightening with the weight of his plan. "And lastly, Fugaku must make a mistake. A big one. Otherwise, even with strength and support, it will be nearly impossible to dethrone him."

Shiroishi's eyes flickered with understanding. "Are the elders split into the radical and conservative factions too?"

Shisui nodded. "Yes. Six of them are conservatives, and the remaining three lean towards the radicals. But it's not as simple as just winning them over. If Fugaku doesn't falter, no matter what I do, the clan will stay divided, and I'll be stuck in the shadows."

Shiroishi let Shisui's words settle before offering his own thoughts. "Shisui, I don't think it has to be so complicated."

Shisui frowned, tilting his head slightly. "What do you mean?"

"In the world of shinobi," Shiroishi said, "power speaks louder than anything else. Back in the day, Uchiha Madara didn't need anyone's approval to become the clan leader. His strength alone commanded respect. If you're strong enough, the elders, the radicals, the conservatives—they'll all fall in line. You just need to be stronger than Fugaku."

Shisui crossed his arms, pondering the idea. "Absolute strength?"

"Exactly," Shiroishi replied. "You don't need to reach Madara's level—just enough to overshadow Fugaku's leadership. You already have an advantage, Shisui. Your reputation, your origins, your talent—they're unmatched. People already look up to you."

Shisui still looked unsure. "But do you really think I could grow that strong in time?"

"You don't have to reach the level of Uchiha Madara," Shiroishi said with a small smile. "Just enough to surpass Fugaku. With your reputation and skills, if Fugaku were to stumble or fail... people would naturally start looking to you as the next leader. You wouldn't even have to ask for their support."

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Uchiha Shisui stood in the quiet of the evening, his mind weighed down by the legacy of his clan. The Uchiha had seen many great figures in their history—Izuna, Madara, Kagami—all of them had left an indelible mark on the world. But those days of brilliance felt distant now, like a fading memory. Ever since Uchiha Kagami's sacrifice, and later the death of Uchiha Shisui's own mentor, Uchiha Governance, the clan had struggled to produce any truly remarkable talents.

Except for Shisui himself.

Shisui had earned the moniker "Shisui of the Body Flicker," and his name had spread throughout the ninja world. Even though Uchiha Itachi showed promise, he was still too young to challenge Shisui's reputation. While Itachi's talent was undeniable, he lacked the experience and renown to sway the masses. Unlike Shisui, whose name already echoed in the hearts of many, both inside and outside the Uchiha clan.

Shiroishi, seated next to Shisui, watched him in silence. The plot had already been altered, Shiroishi knew that much. In the original timeline, Shisui's death had sparked doubts within the Uchiha, leading many to suspect Itachi had betrayed his friend. The seeds of conflict between clan and village were sown deeper than ever after Shisui's loss.

But here and now, Shisui still breathed, and his popularity within the clan had only grown stronger. As the direct descendant of Uchiha Kagami, Shisui had an unusual position—Kagami had been the rare Uchiha who had become the disciple of both the First and Second Hokages. That connection gave Shisui a unique advantage, a link to Konoha's civilian population that most Uchiha could never hope to achieve.

Shisui furrowed his brow as Shiroishi broke the silence.

"Death," Shiroishi mused. "It can come suddenly, can't it?"

Shisui glanced sideways at his friend, uncertainty flickering in his eyes.

Shiroishi continued, a subtle grin playing at the corner of his lips. "Among the cats, like those trained by Nekobaa, if an ordinary cat wants to challenge Taka, the leader, it's simple. Defeat the leader, and the title is yours. But in ninja clans, it's not so straightforward."

Shisui nodded, his jaw clenched. "Exactly. I've said it before. Fugaku-sama must make a mistake before I can even hope to take his place. I can't challenge him outright—not in the way you're suggesting."

A heavy pause settled over them before Shisui added, "And... I can't kill him, Shiroishi. Fugaku-sama has his flaws, but to strike him down? That's something I can't do."

The weight of Shisui's words hung in the air, each one more filled with tension than the last. Shiroishi leaned forward, his expression unreadable.

"If you can't confront Fugaku directly," Shiroishi said, his tone even, "then why not start with Uchiha Itachi?"

Shisui's eyes widened in shock. "Itachi?"

Shiroishi nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Yes. I don't know Itachi personally, but based on what you've told me, he values the village far more than family ties. He could be the key. If you want to expose Fugaku's mistakes, Itachi might be able to do it faster than anyone else."

Shisui hesitated, visibly torn. "But Itachi is Fugaku-sama's son. Are you suggesting he'd betray his father?"

The suggestion stirred doubt in Shisui's heart. He knew Itachi well—better than anyone. Their bond was deep, but Shiroishi's words planted a seed of doubt that took root. Would Itachi truly turn against his own father for the sake of the village? Shisui began to question whether he had misjudged his friend all along.

Had Shiroishi misunderstood Itachi's character, or had Shisui himself failed to grasp Itachi's true nature?

Shiroishi's calm, calculating voice interrupted his thoughts. "You can't rely on secondhand accounts to truly know someone, Shisui. But based on what I know about Uchiha Itachi, you might be overlooking something crucial."

Shisui blinked, his mind racing. "What are you talking about?"

Shiroishi's gaze darkened, his words chilling. "The Uchiha Itachi I've heard about, in time, would go on to slaughter the entire Uchiha clan. Including his own father, Uchiha Fugaku."

Shisui froze, his blood running cold. He stared at Shiroishi, struggling to process the horrifying claim. His breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest.

"For the sake of the village," Shiroishi continued, his voice low and deliberate, "Itachi would destroy everything he holds dear. He embodies the 'Will of Fire,' even if it means severing the most sacred bonds—family."

Shisui clenched his fists, trying to steady himself. Could it be true? Could Itachi—his friend, his trusted comrade—be capable of such a thing? The possibility that Shiroishi presented was too much to bear, and yet, there was a frightening clarity in it.

Shisui had always seen Itachi's commitment to Konoha, but he had never imagined that loyalty would extend to such an extreme. Was Itachi capable of choosing the village over his own clan, over his own blood?

Suddenly, Shisui felt a deep, gnawing uncertainty about everything he had believed. Had he been too blind to see the truth? Was the clan he had dedicated his life to already destined for destruction?