Trying to get the Uchiha clan to play his game was not going well. The Uchihas Uchiha Kei approached showed zero interest, and some outright mocked or looked down on him.
It wasn't that Uchiha Kei was universally hated—if he really tried, there were still some clan members willing to play. But he wasn't targeting just any Uchiha—he was going after the elite ones, the ones with fully matured three-tomoe Sharingan.
Everyone knew the Uchiha were proud. They respected strength. It wasn't cutthroat like in those fantasy novels, but it was absolutely a strength-over-everything culture.
As a lower-tier clan member, Kei was inevitably looked down upon by those three-tomoe elites.
And let's be honest—when Kei approached them saying he developed a unique genjutsu game that required dropping all resistance and fully submitting to his Sharingan… Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝘯𝘦𝘵
If he wasn't Uchiha himself, he'd probably have been punched already.
You want to cast genjutsu on an elite Uchiha and ask them to *not* resist it?
Dear sir—please go back to bed.
Are you trying to commit social suicide?
Besides, the powerful Uchihas were top-priority assets. Their daily schedules were packed with missions and training. Even during breaks, they had their own circles.
To them, Kei's bizarre request was laughable. Of course none of them took him seriously.
So the plan to harvest emotional energy and complete the mission through elite Uchihas failed spectacularly.
Kei wasn't surprised. After eighteen years, he knew exactly what kind of people his clan members were.
He just wanted to test his luck to see if anyone happened to be in a good mood.
Now that it flopped, time to move on to Plan B.
Finishing up his tasks for the day, Kei filed a leave request and left the Konoha Military Police Department.
It went through without a hitch—his superior didn't care, since Kei had already completed his work.
In fact, if not for a rule mandating daily presence, Kei could have gone home early every day.
From his boss's point of view, Kei's job was a humiliation imposed by the clan. Any normal Uchiha would've snapped by now. The fact that Kei still showed up and finished his tasks made him a model employee.
Different values, different perspectives.
To Kei, it was a cushy job. To the Uchiha, it was shameful.
After leaving the police station, Kei headed straight for the Uchiha compound. There, he met the man he was looking for.
Not just any clan member, but the next head of the Uchiha clan—Uchiha Fugaku.
Outwardly a hardliner, inwardly a compromiser. The man who, in the future, would do nothing as his beloved son massacred their entire clan.
But right now, at age twenty-eight, Fugaku was still sharp and ambitious, and had earned the moniker "Killer Eyes" in the shinobi world.
He was a textbook example of how powerful bloodlines ruled this world. As the purest-blooded heir, Fugaku's Sharingan was clearly more potent than others of the same level. His prestige within the clan was high. Most of the younger generation followed his lead.
Unlike other Uchihas, he didn't display equal-opportunity arrogance. He treated everyone with a certain grace, even the lower-ranking clan members.
Thanks to that, Kei had managed to build a rapport with him.
Also, Fugaku was close friends with Minato Namikaze. And since Kei had that same connection with Minato, Fugaku became one of the few three-tomoe Uchihas who treated Kei decently.
So when Kei's plan to promote the game internally failed, he came to Fugaku for help.
Fugaku wasn't just a gateway to publicity—he was a top-tier emotion generator. As an elite Jōnin, he wasn't quite on Minato's level, but still plenty strong enough to produce emotional value.
Kei found him training alone in the clan's private dojo—a facility reserved for the clan head.
Technically, others could serve the heir during training, but Fugaku didn't like that. He always trained alone.
Kei arrived to see Fugaku sweating through intense physical drills.
Spotting him, Fugaku paused and walked over. "Kei-kun, what brings you here at this hour?"
Kei grinned. "You know I've always had a knack for ideas. For the past two years, I've been refining a genjutsu technique using my Sharingan. And I've finally developed something—a unique secret technique I call the 'Genjutsu Game.'"
"It's a jutsu that immerses the user in a vividly real illusionary world."
Fugaku nodded, intrigued. He knew Kei had created the Rasengan for Minato, so he fully trusted Kei's skill in jutsu development.
The only pity was that Kei's raw shinobi talent was lacking. Otherwise, he could've become the Uchiha's version of Tobirama Senju.
This wasn't just Minato's biased admiration—Fugaku had the same illusion.
So he wasn't surprised at all. Only curious. "What's the jutsu's actual function?"
Kei smiled. "Well… you'll have to experience it for yourself. I can only say this—Minato already tried it this morning and was blown away. If he hadn't been busy this afternoon, he would've kept playing."
Name-dropping Minato like a trump card, Kei knew Fugaku couldn't resist.
Sure enough, Fugaku's eyes lit up. He rubbed his chin. "Minato said it was good? Wanted to keep playing? Sounds dangerously addicting."
"But if even Minato got hooked, it must be impressive."
"So, you want me to try this 'Genjutsu Game,' too?"
Kei nodded. "And after you've tried it, I hope you'll help spread the word—get more Uchihas to give it a shot."
He paused, then added, remembering how rattled and excited Minato had been, "It might even help unawakened clan members activate their Sharingan—or evolve it from one tomoe to two, or from two to three."
Hearing that, Fugaku's expression sharpened. A glint flashed in his eye—"Killer Eyes" mode, fully activated.
His gaze turned fierce and commanding.