A heavy silence lingered in the room after Ryosuke Uchiha's display. Nara Shikaku's eyes, once dazed and haunted by the genjutsu vision he had been shown, now gleamed with clarity again.
A visible sigh of relief passed over Akimichi Choza and Yamanaka Inoichi as they watched their friend. Clearly, Ryosuke hadn't harmed him.
Still, Inoichi stepped forward, concern tightening his features.
"Shikaku, are you alright? Did he do something to you? Anything strange in your body or mind?"
Inoichi wasn't being paranoid — it was a legitimate concern. The Sharingan, especially the Mangekyō Sharingan, was still shrouded in mystery to many outside the Uchiha clan. Its potential for psychological manipulation, illusionary worlds, and time-warped experiences was enough to frighten even the most seasoned shinobi.
Shikaku's expression remained unreadable. He glanced at Inoichi, and for a moment, there was something hollow behind his eyes — a weight that hadn't been there before.
"I'm fine," he said quietly, almost absently, waving the concern away.
But Inoichi wasn't convinced. Something had definitely changed.
Before either Choza or Inoichi could probe further, Shikaku stepped forward and locked eyes with Ryosuke.
"What exactly did you show me?" he asked firmly. "That monster… was it real?"
It wasn't a question born of skepticism — more like a desperate need to confirm a horrifying truth.
Ryosuke's face remained calm. He nodded slowly, speaking with unwavering confidence.
"Of course it was real. Did you think I'd show you a lie?"
He turned slightly, voice low but chilling.
"You might not recognize the creature. Few do. But what you saw was the Ten-Tails — the very same one that will bring about the Fourth Great Ninja War."
Shikaku's breath caught.
The Ten-Tails.
A primordial beast even more powerful than the Nine-Tails — a creature of such devastating chakra that it could erase entire landscapes with a single attack. And Ryosuke had shown him a vision where the Ten-Tails destroyed the Allied Shinobi Forces' command HQ.
It wasn't a hypothetical illusion — it felt like a memory. The vividness, the weight, the emotions… it was too real.
"That was no genjutsu," Shikaku whispered to himself.
This wasn't a war between countries. This wasn't Iwa vs. Konoha. What he'd seen was a war for survival. The enemy wasn't another shinobi faction. It was the end of the world.
The stakes weren't just high — they were existential.
Shikaku's face darkened with dread. His voice dropped low.
"If such a threat is truly coming… then what happened in that vision — will it be our fate? Will the entire ninja world really fall to a single monster?"
He hesitated. Then, almost against his usual rational instinct, he looked again at Ryosuke — the young man who had effortlessly defeated the Two-Tails and even the Eight-Tails in battle. A feat that had already begun circulating as rumor through the village like wildfire.
Compared to the Ten-Tails, those Tailed Beasts were child's play.
And yet, Ryosuke had stood there — cool, collected, unbothered.
Was it possible… this young Uchiha could actually stop it?
Behind them, Choza furrowed his brow, confused.
"Monster? What monster? What exactly did you see, Shikaku?"
But Shikaku didn't respond. His attention was still on Ryosuke.
He asked instead:
"Can that future be changed? Can you really stop that thing?"
A hush fell over the room.
Ryosuke smiled slightly — not with arrogance, but with grim confidence.
"Yes. But only if we act now. That's why I'm asking — will you join the new Konoha Police Force and help safeguard the village?"
Shikaku blinked.
That was what this was all for? All of this just to ask them to join?
It seemed small in comparison to what he'd just experienced.
But he understood immediately — it wasn't about pride or politics anymore. It was about survival. If that future was even remotely possible, then their alliances needed to change. Fast.
He let out a heavy sigh.
"We'll join," Shikaku said firmly. "All three clans — Nara, Akimichi, and Yamanaka — we'll support the new guard."
Both Choza and Inoichi turned sharply, shocked.
"Shikaku, wait — what happened? What did he show you to make you suddenly flip like this?"
Just as Shikaku opened his mouth to answer, Ryosuke cut in.
"I'd rather you didn't share what you saw. The vision I gave you — if that kind of truth spreads, the village will descend into fear and chaos."
Shikaku paused.
He understood. He'd seen enough. That level of destruction — if even the rumor of it leaked out, it wouldn't just shake Konoha. It would destabilize the entire shinobi world.
He gave a curt nod.
"Understood."
Inoichi and Choza looked frustrated, but they trusted Shikaku's judgment.
Others in the room, like Hyuga Hiashi and the Inuzuka clan head, exchanged confused glances. They couldn't make heads or tails of the cryptic talk — monsters, visions, existential threats? What was going on?
But they remained silent. Ryosuke clearly didn't want the topic pushed.
The Inuzuka clan head, after some deliberation, stepped forward.
"If the Yamanaka, Nara, and Akimichi clans are joining… then the Third Hokage has lost a major portion of his political support."
He looked toward Fugaku and gave a slow nod.
"The Inuzuka clan will also join."
Fugaku's expression softened — the success of Ryosuke's plan had exceeded expectations.
"Excellent. Then tomorrow, we'll announce it to the village — the reformation of the Konoha Guard, now under six clans."
He gestured to an aide, who stepped forward with five thick documents.
"Here are copies of the proposed Police Force charter. If any of you have suggestions for edits, speak freely."
The clan heads were surprised. To be given editorial authority over the new force's structure? That was a sign of trust — and sincerity.
Even Shikaku, still mentally recovering from the genjutsu, felt reassured by this transparency.
They gathered to begin reviewing the charters.
Fugaku and Ryosuke had planned this meticulously. Not only did they secure political legitimacy — they offered real reform.
The name was even changed — from Uchiha Police Force to the Konoha Police Force.
Shocking? Yes.
Necessary? Absolutely.
To shed the stigma of an "Uchiha-only enforcer," the rebranding was vital. Ryosuke understood this. Fugaku did too. If they wanted trust, they had to open the gates.
The change stunned even the most skeptical among them. To relinquish the Uchiha name — that was no small gesture.
Shikaku raised an eyebrow.
"So, you're serious about this being for all of Konoha."
Fugaku nodded.
"We want peace. Real peace. Not power for power's sake."
They continued into the night — revising harsh regulations, dividing territory.
Eventually, instead of Fugaku's original plan of six districts, they agreed on three regions:
Uchiha would handle one,
Hyuga would take another,
The remaining four clans would jointly oversee the third.
The balance was strategic — rooted in manpower, trust, and capability. Shikaku's proposal to group four clans together reflected a shortage of elite shinobi available to lead solo squads, but it also encouraged cooperation.
The reforms were finalized before dawn.
By the end of it, Konoha had a new internal force — one bound not by clan pride, but by shared survival.
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