Naruto: Uchiha's Intelligence Dealer

*Bang, bang, bang!*

Several kunai flew out in unison, followed by another volley. As the second batch collided with the first midair, the trajectories shifted—each kunai adjusting its path in a perfect arc, until they all hit dead center on their respective targets.

After displaying this flawless technique, Itachi turned around and looked at Yun.

"You always seemed to look down on this kind of skill. So why the sudden interest?"

Yun glanced at his own target, which looked more like a crime scene than a training mark, then down at the kunai in his hand. It wasn't that he wanted to learn this—it was for his clone, Sora.

After the incident at the orphanage, where he'd clashed with both Danzo and Orochimaru, Yun had realized that knowing the Flying Thunder God Jutsu was only half the equation. His precision with multiple kunai was... lacking. If he'd been better, maybe Danzo wouldn't have escaped that day.

"Just teach me. Don't ask. I'll treat you to meatballs after this."

Itachi frowned, visibly conflicted. The three-colored dumplings were still a hurdle he hadn't emotionally overcome.

With a sigh, he relented and began explaining the mathematics behind trajectory shifts, again, before throwing another precise demonstration.

To Yun, all the talk sounded like: 'Your brain understands the math, your hands say they're ready,' and then—

*Thunk*

Missed again. Not even close.

"Hahaha! Yun, this is the first time I've seen you look this defeated." Shisui chuckled from the sidelines, clearly enjoying the spectacle. Still, he offered advice. "Itachi's trajectory calculations are crazy good. If you can't get the redirection part down, maybe start with hitting multiple targets simultaneously. Work your way up."

"I mean, everyone's got their own rhythm in battle. Trying to be good at everything is like... being a ninja god."

Yun gave a tired nod, practicing again in silence for a while. Then, as he rested, he asked Shisui, "You're off-duty now? Didn't Uchiha Yashiro call for a meeting?"

Shisui glanced toward Itachi, making sure he was out of earshot, then replied, "Since Captain Fugaku's death, the Police Force has been under Yashiro-sama. He actually sees the issue between the clan and the village quite clearly."

Yun snorted. "Then it's his old man's fault—Seventh Uchiha Elder, right?"

Shisui nodded reluctantly. "He supported Uchiha Setsuna back then. The Seventh's always been a hawk. He believes the Uchiha and the Senju founded Konoha, but while the Senju had two Hokage, the Uchiha never even entered the center of power."

"That's partly on the Second Hokage, and partly the clan's own doing." Yun muttered.

Their conversation paused as Itachi approached.

It was noon already, and they started walking toward the nearby shop for a bite. But halfway there, both Yun and Itachi suddenly stopped.

The two glanced at each other.

Shisui raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"

"My shadow clone dispelled itself." Itachi said calmly.

"Same here." Yun added, grinning. "But mine didn't dispel—it beat up a bunch of seniors and self-destructed. I've got cleanup duty..."

Itachi stared. "You have that much chakra?"

"Not really. Just a few hundred million more than you."

Was he bragging? Of course not. With his developing Sage Body, Yun figured he could catch two tailed beasts as pets if he really pushed himself.

…

Back at the academy, Yun stood in the infirmary, watching a row of bruised, bandaged upperclassmen.

His clone hadn't done anything technically wrong, judging by the memories. But why in the world had it decided to challenge the entire senior class?

'Is this a kindergarten brawl or what?'

Yun touched his wallet grimly. There was no way it could survive this incident.

He turned toward Itachi. The former heir to the clan head should have some pocket change, right?

Itachi, reading his expression, said quickly, "Don't even look at me. I didn't tell your clone to pick a fight, and I'm broke."

*Bang!*

The infirmary door flew open. Several Chunin and Jōnin stormed in, heading straight for their injured kids—who immediately burst into exaggerated groans and complaints. Their parents turned to glare at the only two Uchiha present.

Yun sighed. 'Why do I always have to take the blame for the clone's rampage...?'

Resigned, he pulled out his wallet. Beside him, Itachi gave a small sigh and whispered, "You pay this time. I'll teach you the kunai technique—there's a simplified algorithm I came up with."

'You sneaky bastard.'

After footing the medical bills and enduring a scolding from three teachers, Yun and Itachi were finally allowed to leave.

But just before they made it to the exit, two more people approached—faces that Yun vaguely recognized.

Umino Iruka and Mizuki.

So they had been among the upperclassmen too? Yun nearly laughed. Apparently, his clone had roughed them up as well.

Iruka asked with a curious smile, "That shadow clone of yours was amazing. What training method do you use?"

Mizuki said nothing. But the suppressed hatred in his eyes didn't go unnoticed.

…

As they walked home, Yun turned to Itachi.

"Today's mess started because they were aiming for you. If I didn't also carry the Uchiha name, they wouldn't have traced it back to me. So..."

Itachi nodded. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you learn the technique."

After a long silence, Yun asked, "Itachi, are you... poor?"

Itachi didn't answer immediately.

Finally, he said, "The Police Force is funded by the village. When Father was alive, he accounted for every coin. The clan compound is big, but on the outskirts. Our businesses don't get much foot traffic."

That was more than enough to explain.

No wonder the Uchiha owed money to the Cat Granny in the original timeline. And no wonder Shisui had gifted Itachi that ninja tool set earlier.

The Fourth Hokage didn't seem to control village finances. It probably wasn't Danzo either—he was in charge of Root.

'Utatane Koharu. Mitokado Homura.'

'Those two dusty fossils. Yeah, it was probably them.'

…

At the doorstep of Itachi's house, a little boy leaned unsteadily against the frame, peeking out.

"Yo, this is your brother? Sasuke?"

Itachi, who had been smiling fondly at his brother, turned to his usual cold look instantly.

"Why are you still here?"

Yun pointed. "He peed his pants. Aren't you going to change him?"

Itachi turned sharply, eyes wide. Sasuke's pants were soaked, a tiny puddle forming underneath.

"Watch him. I'll grab a change of clothes."

As Itachi rushed inside, he didn't see Yun's mischievous expression as he strolled toward Sasuke.

…

"Waahhh!"

The toddler's cries echoed loudly.

Itachi returned with his mother, both of them hurrying with fresh clothes—only to find the scene in front of him that almost made Itachi draw his sword.

"You… What are you doing?!"

Yun turned, utterly calm.

"Relax. Just gave him a flick."

Itachi looked ready to draw his sword on the spot, his eyes screaming murder.

"Itachi, don't be rude." Mikoto chided gently.

Itachi stiffened, but her eyes made it clear—they would definitely talk about this tomorrow.

Yun politely declined their dinner invitation, gave a two-finger salute to the teary-eyed Sasuke, and walked off—utterly satisfied after making the child burst into tears again.

When he got home, a sealed bottle sat on his desk. Inside it was a samples of his hair.

'Will hair be okay? I should've pushed harder and made him bleed. Would've made the sample more useful.'

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