Uchiha Clan In One Piece

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Akira appeared in unknown Island in the Calm Belt, setting Neji down gently. The young Hyūga, still bound, glared at him with burning anger.

Akira smiled faintly. He respected and loved Neji's spirit, even at such a young age, understanding the immense pressure the child was under and he wanted to solve this.

But Just as Akira was about to open his mouth to speak, the familiar sound of the system echoed in his mind.

[Ding! Main Mission: Foundation of Power (Completed).]

[Mission Objective: Lead the Uchiha clan to establish the world's strongest security company, spreading their name across the globe.]

[Reward: Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.]

Akira remained calm, the flow of information from his dissipated clone confirming his next steps. The clone had already set the groundwork for Uchiha dominance in the New World.

With the Uchiha, Kuja, and remnants of Whitebeard's crew now managing key territories, the foundation of the Uchiha Security Company had been established. Their influence rivaled even the World Government, solidifying their position as the most formidable force in the world after the World Government.

For now, however, Akira's focus returned to the boy before him.

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Akira knelt and removed the cloth gag from Neji's mouth. As soon as his mouth was free, Neji erupted, his voice laced with anger.

"You think you're strong, don't you?! Release me and fight me properly! I'll show you the strength of the Hyūga!"

Akira chuckled softly, his calm demeanor unwavering. "You're quite bold for an 8-year-old."

"Don't mock me!" Neji snarled. "You kidnap me, tie me up, and insult me—release me, and I'll defeat you!"

(A/N: I read it 'I'll defeat me!!!')

Still smiling, Akira began untying the ropes. "I admire your spirit. Let's see if your actions match your words."

The moment Neji was free, he attacked Akira, chakra glowing in his hands as he aimed a strike at his chest. But before Neji's blow could reach, Akira released a controlled wave of Conqueror's Haki.

The air around them grew dense, a suffocating pressure washing over Neji. He froze mid-attack, his body trembling under the overwhelming force. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as his legs wobbled, yet he remained standing. Instinctively, his Byakugan activated, straining to analyze the source of this power.

"What… what is this?!" Neji gasped, his voice quivering with shock.

Akira smiled softly, his tone steady. "That's Conqueror's Haki. It's the power to dominate others with sheer will. Few can stand against it, even in small amount. But you…" He stepped closer, his piercing gaze meeting Neji's. "You have potential. You've got the talent yourself. One day, you might awaken this power."

Neji's defiance wavered, confusion replacing his anger. "Why… why are you doing this? Why kidnap me?"

"Why me? I'm just a..." His voice faltered, reluctant to finish the sentence.

Akira folded his arms, his voice firm yet kind. "Why you? Because I see myself in you, Neji. Angry. Trapped. Desperate to fight against an unjust system. But fighting isn't always the answer. Sometimes, you have to change the system—or become it."

Neji clenched his fists, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "You don't understand anything about me, about my clan! The Main House will never change—they've made us slaves with their cursed seal. To them, we're nothing but tools!"

Akira's expression darkened, though his voice remained calm. "I understand more than you think. You're angry, not just at me, but at the cage your clan has put you in. You hate the system where the Hyūga's Main House controls the Branch House. That's why you fight so hard—to break free."

Neji's eyes narrowed but remained silent, listening.

"You're right, Neji. The rules of the Hyūga are wrong. No one is born to serve others. Everyone is born free."

"And I promise you, I'll end the oppression of the Branch House." Akira's tone hardened, filled with conviction. "But I'll do it without destroying the Main House. If I slaughter your clan, what kind of peace would that bring? I need the Hyūga to work with me, not against me."

Neji's eyes widened. "You… you mean it?"

"To show you how serious I am…" Akira activated his Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, the intricate patterns spinning in his eyes. He raised his hands, summoning his Full Susanoo.

A massive, spectral warrior formed around him, its towering figure radiating a divine, oppressive aura. The ground beneath them trembled, and Neji instinctively stepped back. His Byakugan flared, giving him a full view of the immense chakra surrounding Akira.

"This is just a part of my power," Akira said, his voice echoing. "Not even the combined might of Konoha's clans could stand against me for more than a moment. But I don't want to fight your clan or anyone, Neji. I want to save them. I want to save you."

Neji's legs trembled, his body overcome with awe and helplessness. "You… How can anyone be that strong!!…"

Akira deactivated the Susanoo and knelt to Neji's level. "You're right. I am strong. Strong enough to break the Hyūga's chains. But strength alone isn't enough—I need your help. I want to build a future where people follow me because they believe in my vision, not because they're afraid of my power."

Neji's fists unclenched, the fight draining from his small frame. For the first time, he saw a path forward—a way to break free from the chains of tradition without resorting to bloodshed.

"I… if you mean it, then I'll do whatever it takes," Neji said quietly, his voice steady. "I want to be free."

Akira smiled. "Good. Think on what I've said, Neji. This is just the beginning."

With a simple gesture, Akira touched Neji's shoulder and sent him back to his house, leaving the boy alone with his thoughts.

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Akira was left alone as his thoughts briefly returned to a system message he had dismissed earlier:

[The system missions will no longer be issued due to insufficient Origin Power.]

Curious, he had inquired further and learned that Origin Power could be replenished slowly over time by the system itself—or more significantly, by conquering worlds the system introduced.

Such actions would not only restore the Origin Power but also enhance the system's capabilities, allowing it to provide even greater rewards and even bypass the need for missions altogether.

Now left alone, Akira began organizing his plans for the future, a calm yet ambitious smile forming on his lips.

"I've planted the seeds with Neji," he mused. "Soon, I'll spread that image and take the next step—an alliance."

His mind drifted to a figure who had always intrigued him. "If there's one person who has left a profound impression on me, it's Fang Yuan," Akira said, his tone contemplative.

"He was infamous as the most demonic man alive, a figure who committed countless evil—or so the world believed. And yet, in a single night, he declared himself The Great Love, claiming that many of the accusations against him were false. He argued that any killing he had done was to protect others."

Akira's smile widened as he recalled the incredible turn of events. "Against all expectations, people believed him. They flocked to his Lovely Alliance, contributing to his power and influence."

"He secured unwavering loyalty and devotion, all built on nothing more than a carefully crafted illusion."

The idea excited Akira. "What was remarkable wasn't just his ability to command others—it was that he didn't even need to give orders directly. He issued missions, and people eagerly competed to fulfill them. They gained small rewards, while Fang Yuan reaped the most significant benefits.

Akira turned his attention to his own system. "My system provides access to countless worlds, but many are too low-level for me to bother with, while others are far too dangerous to enter them myself."

"Even if I had the time, I couldn't manage them all. But if I create a structure like Fang Yuan's Alliance, I can just issue missions."

"Let others conquer and extract Origin Power for me—and make them feel grateful for the opportunity to enter other worlds."

His eyes gleamed with determination as he thought through the logistics. "Fang Yuan's success wasn't just about his power. His Alliance was truly a part of him. His world's laws allowed him to integrate everything into his immortal aperture, giving him absolute control. I may not have that ability yet, but..."

Akira paused, the weight of his vision settling in. "I already control the gates to other worlds, granting me the authority to decide who can enter and who cannot. That alone ensures my control. And who knows—perhaps one day, I'll gain an ability similar to Fang Yuan's—melding the Alliance into me, making it a true extension of my power."

A faint smirk tugged at his lips as a bold thought crossed his mind. "Perhaps I'll swallow every world I conquer, becoming truly invincible in the end."

The idea was but a spark now, yet in the future Akira would achieve it.

Akira let the thought linger, his mind racing with possibilities. "Dozens of worlds… countless powerful individuals at first… all working to harvest Origin Power, rushing to offer it to me. Each step they take brings me closer to unmatched strength."

Akira chuckled softly, his smile brimming with confidence. "The ninja world, the pirate world… soon, they'll all be my lovely workers, dedicated to my vision."

With his plan now fully crystallized, Akira stood tall, his ambitions burning brighter than ever.

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