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NAJ Chapter 100: Justice Descends the Stairs
🕑 Added 2025-07-29 03:44:09 +0000 UTCPolice Force Headquarters…
“Fugaku-sama, the Jinchūriki… has been brought in by Uchiha Keizumi again. And some ANBU who were secretly monitoring the Jinchūriki—they snuck in too.”
Upon hearing this, Fugaku felt completely numb.
This was the third time, wasn’t it?
When would this ever stop?!
Even if you aren’t tired, Keizumi…
I am!
And yet—
The next sentence that came left Fugaku momentarily stunned: “Also… Fugaku-sama, it seems your younger son, Uchiha Sasuke, is with Uchiha Keizumi.”
Fugaku: “???”
Sasuke?!
No matter how hard he racked his brain, Fugaku couldn’t think of any possible connection between his son Sasuke and Uchiha Keizumi.
In his memory, the two were people who had absolutely nothing to do with each other.
Fugaku’s brow furrowed deeply, a trace of concern flashing across his face. His instincts screamed—
Did Sasuke get into trouble and end up being caught by Keizumi?!
Sure, he was often frustrated by his younger son’s mediocrity—convinced he didn’t have even a tenth of Itachi’s talent.
But at the end of the day… Sasuke was still his son.
Fugaku stood up and said gravely, “Where is Keizumi? Take me to him—now!”
As for the ANBU who had infiltrated the Uchiha compound to secretly monitor the Jinchūriki…
Fugaku chose to completely ignore them.
...
Elsewhere in the Uchiha District—
In the basement of a residential building.
Three Uchiha shinobi had gathered here. One of them stood with arms crossed, frowning at the bags of goods piled before them.
“Hayata, this is over a tonne of drugs. You really think Konoha can absorb that much? It'll take a while to move all this stock.”
“Relax,” said the young man named Uchiha Hayata, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “We don’t need Konoha to absorb it. Our job is just to flip it. What happens after that is someone else’s problem.”
Another man frowned. “We’d better be careful. If Uchiha Fugaku finds out about this, we’re screwed.”
“Hmph.”
Hayata scoffed coldly.
“What’s there to be afraid of? Everything we’re doing is for the sake of raising enough funds for the Uchiha Clan. Once we’ve got the capital, we can use it to buy a massive supply of explosive tags—transforming it into the military strength we’ll need for the day we overthrow the Hokage!”
“If Uchiha Fugaku, as clan head, comes after us over a trivial matter like this, it only proves he’s a man who sides with outsiders. And besides… this just might be the perfect opportunity…”
“When the time comes, I’ll push my grandfather to use this incident as a pretext to trigger a clan-wide election—force a re-selection of the clan head.”
“Hah, true enough,” said another. “Your grandfather is Elder Setsuna, after all. That weakling Fugaku won’t dare lay a finger on you.”
“Still…” That man furrowed his brows, a hint of hesitation in his voice. “We’ve been away from the village for a few months now… but doesn’t something feel off about Konoha lately? I’ve heard quite a few people whispering about some dangerous guy. You think he might cause us trouble? The one who’s always going on about ‘Justice this’ and ‘Justice that’?”
Uchiha Hayata scoffed dismissively.
“You’re being paranoid. As for that guy, tch—unless we go blabbing about what we’ve done, how the hell would he ever know?”
Clearly, all three of these Uchiha shinobi were young radicals—impulsive, bold, and full of reckless ambition.
But just as Hayata was about to continue—
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed from above.
The three of them froze, pupils contracting sharply.
Footsteps?
Someone picked the lock and came in?!
That was the same thought flashing through all three minds simultaneously.
They exchanged glances instantly. Just as they were about to head up to confront whoever it was, they realized—
The footsteps were growing closer.
Meaning… whoever had slipped in was now heading down toward the basement!
A wave of dread surged through them all.
And when they finally saw who it was descending the stairs—
Uchiha Hayata’s heart screamed in alarm. He gasped in disbelief: “Tch! Uchiha Keizumi?!!”
And then—
They saw three more figures following behind Keizumi.
Three… kids.
One was a girl in a Police Force uniform.
One was a blonde brat.
And the last—
Huh?!
The moment they saw Sasuke’s young, delicate face, all three men froze in place.
They recognized him instantly.
After all, they knew exactly what the two sons of Uchiha Fugaku looked like.
Neither the appearance of Uchiha Keizumi nor Uchiha Sasuke had been within the trio’s expectations.
The fact that they had barged in uninvited—so boldly and with such precision that they’d found this secret underground chamber—could only mean one thing: they had known in advance that the three of them were hiding a large stash of illegal drugs.
The real question was…
How did they know?!
Was there a mole?!
The moment this thought surfaced, all three Uchiha shinobi instinctively took a half step back, putting a little distance between one another, their gazes sharp with mutual suspicion.
Among them—
Uchiha Hayata darted a cautious glance at the other two. With a tense expression, he stepped forward, deliberately blocking Keizumi’s path, and barked coldly, “Hey! What the hell are you guys doing here? We didn’t invite you!”
Then, his eyes fell on Naruto, seizing him as a verbal weak point.
“This brat isn’t even from the Uchiha Clan, is he? Bringing an outsider into our compound—what do you take this place for? Some kind of theme park where just anyone can stroll in?”
“Uchiha Keizumi...”
There was undisguised hostility in Hayata’s gaze as he issued his warning: “You’d better learn to mind your own business. That meddlesome nature of yours has already made plenty of people in the clan sick of you.”
However—
He hadn’t expected Uchiha Keizumi to ignore his warning entirely. The man simply began to speak, unfazed.
“Uchiha Hayata. Uchiha Masa. Uchiha Naoto.”
As he calmly recited their names, a cold killing intent brewed behind Keizumi’s indifferent gaze.
“Suspected of illegally smuggling and selling large quantities of banned drugs. In addition, just over a month ago, you committed multiple premeditated murders outside the Land of Fire—half of the victims were innocent civilians.”
By the time he finished his statement, Keizumi’s right hand was already resting on the hilt of his shinobi blade. The sight made Hayata’s eyelids twitch involuntarily.
Damn it...
After all these months, this bastard was still just as stubborn!
“Uchiha Keizumi!” one of the men behind Hayata suddenly exploded in anger.
“Stop pretending you're so righteous! The only thing you’re good at is pointing your damn sword at your own kin. What else can you even do? Everything we’ve done—we’ve done for the future of the Uchiha Clan!”
“We’ve been raising funds for a long-term plan. Once it succeeds, all of Konoha will be under Uchiha control! No more discrimination, no more exclusion—the Uchiha will rise above all!”
“But people like you, spouting your so-called ‘justice’, will go down in Uchiha history as a disgrace. You’re even worse than that traitor of a Clan Head, Fugaku, always siding with outsiders!”
Sasuke: “…”
Hearing the man’s rising anger suddenly swerve into slandering his own father made Sasuke instinctively want to argue back.
But rationality told him the truth: as a seven-year-old child, there was no way he could win an argument against a grown man.
“You people, who justify harming others in the name of the Uchiha’s future—you’re the ones who deserve to be nailed to a pillar of shame in history.”
The girl’s voice was laced with frost: “People like you will never understand the heights where Keizumi-senpai stands.”
She drew her shinobi blade faster than Uchiha Keizumi.
Because—
As Keizumi held his breath and focused, Izumi too saw the red characters suspended above the heads of the three before them—each line a record of their countless crimes.
Crimes too numerous to list, all committed in just a few short months.
If such villains, already fallen deep into the abyss, were allowed to remain in this world...
How many more innocent people would they go on to harm?
Absolute Justice had always borne the responsibility of cleansing the shinobi world of such scum!
There was no need for Keizumi to give the order.
Izumi launched the attack on her own!
This cramped chamber wasn’t suited for Fire Release techniques. Besides, ninjutsu had never been her strong suit—she excelled in taijutsu.
With a single Body Flicker, she closed the gap between herself and Uchiha Hayata, her speed now leagues beyond what it had been in the past.
Hayata, all this while, had been on guard against Keizumi. He never expected that it would be the short-statured girl who would strike first!
In an instant, he activated his dual tomoe Sharingan, locking onto Izumi’s movement trajectory.
He swiftly drew his blade to counterattack, trying to kill this reckless brat—
But the moment his gaze met Uchiha Izumi’s—
His pupils shrank into pinpoints.
—Three-tomoe Sharingan!!!
[CLANG!!!]
The violent clash of blades sent a jolt through both of their arms.
Hayata, reacting instinctively, altered his sword’s path and slashed diagonally, thrusting toward Izumi’s throat.
“Hayata! What the hell are you doing?!”
A voice suddenly shouted in alarm, jolting Hayata back to his senses.
He realized that although his blade had clearly struck the girl—it felt as if it had pierced nothing but air.
A genjutsu cast by the Sharingan!!
Hayata instantly understood that he had been caught in the illusion the moment their eyes met.
Gritting his teeth, he forcibly unleashed his ocular power to dispel the genjutsu—
—but just as he broke free, he caught, from the corner of his eye, the glint of a shinobi blade’s tip less than 2 centimeters from his heart.
Shit—!
[DING—!]
A kunai came flying and struck the side of Izumi’s blade, deflecting its angle.
Instead of piercing Hayata’s chest, the blade only tore a shallow gash across it, drawing a streak of blood.
One of the other Uchiha had intervened.
The remaining two now charged at Izumi, teeth clenched, weapons raised.
Izumi had no choice but to face both enemies alone.
The searing pain in his chest drenched Hayata in cold sweat—he had nearly died just now!
She had gone for the kill without hesitation.
This girl… with a three-tomoe Sharingan…
Could she be that mixed-blood Uchiha?
Why was she siding with Keizumi?!
