"What? You guys installed surveillance cameras?"
"Yeah. You asked us to switch out the sentries, but after Elder Sō and the others scouted new locations, they realized the changes made things way too inconvenient and shrunk our coverage. So we just used cameras. Not as good as ninjas when it comes to sensory detection, but they're cheap and efficient. Why? Don't like it?"
Walking out from the monitoring room, Yuhara was stumped by Shisui's question—though honestly, it didn't need an answer.
Of course he supported surveillance. His brain just hadn't caught up in the moment.
The combo of high-tech cameras and chakra-hurling ninja was still weird to wrap his head around.
But thinking more about it, he remembered that this world did have tech—it was just low-key.
They had guns (useless though), movies, TVs, and simple communication tools. So cameras? Not that strange.
In fact, in the original story, Konoha had installed cameras outside the Uchiha compound to help ANBU monitor them.
Still, like Shisui said, cameras couldn't sense chakra or detect movements like shinobi could. They were just tools, not replacements.
"No, it's not that—I just thought it was kinda weird."
Yuhara scratched his head and quickly changed the subject.
"Anyway, let's give a shoutout to the patrol guards and the ones watching the cameras. The celebration's in full swing, and they're still stuck working—I feel kinda bad."
"Oh, now you feel bad?" Shisui rolled his eyes. "You're the one who keeps pushing discipline. And with Konoha's uncertain stance, it's better to be safe."
Yuhara laughed. True, he couldn't exactly tell Shisui, "Hey, Itachi's acting hella sus right now. Also, in another timeline you got your eye stolen by Danzō and died, and then Itachi killed literally everyone for the village and his baby brother."
Yeah… no. Say that, and he'd get thrown in a padded cell.
Even if he was Uchiha with Mangekyō Sharingan, Yuhara wasn't trying to sound like a lunatic.
Straightening his clothes, he smiled and said, "We'll make it up to them later. Let's go, Vice Chief. If we're late to the clan meeting, we're toast."
"Yeah, let's go." Shisui smiled too—but then his gaze shifted with a frown.
A young Uchiha was sprinting toward them, looking seriously flustered.
Yuhara and Shisui both sensed something was off.
And sure enough, once the young ninja explained, Yuhara's smile vanished. His brows furrowed sharply.
Shisui sighed. He couldn't deny Itachi's recent behavior had been off.
Itachi barely spoke to anyone lately—not even his own parents.
Sure, some clan members ignored him first, but he wasn't exactly trying either.
"Notify Elder Sō and Elder Chikushi—the celebration is temporarily canceled. Keep it low-key. Have them quietly protect the weaker clansmen."
While Shisui was still processing, Yuhara had already issued orders.
"Yuhara, isn't that a bit much?" Shisui asked.
"Not really. Precaution is necessary. He brought a bunch of dangerous people back quietly—you really think that's innocent?"
Yuhara didn't think his response was excessive at all. In fact, he was genuinely pissed. A perfectly good celebration—ruined by that guy?
Did Itachi seriously think he was the hero here? That everything he did was justified?
"And call Uchiha Fugaku. We're going to meet this 'genius ninja'—this Mangekyō user. If he wants to see what his son's really planning, this is the time."
Yuhara took a deep breath and calmed himself, then walked forward without another word.
Thankfully, tonight was a celebration—all the clansmen were gathered at the shrine, not at home. Luckily, he'd insisted on high alert, not letting the Uchiha get too relaxed.
If Itachi had stormed homes one by one, or caught them unprepared—it would've been a massacre.
What pissed Yuhara off most? In the original, plenty of Uchiha weren't even ninja.
There were civilians, elders, children. People who had no business being part of any coup.
But Itachi still slaughtered them all—male, female, old, young. All for "Konoha" and "protecting his little brother."
That kind of cold, calculated cruelty? Yuhara despised it.
He'd been willing to have Shisui talk him down, for the sake of the prosperity score.
But this move? No. This was asking for death.
The Uchiha moved fast. Even in the middle of a celebration, everyone stayed sharp.
When Fugaku got the news, he froze—but after meeting with Yuhara, he silently set off to find his son.
He had to see Itachi for himself. He needed to know the truth.
He prayed things weren't as bad as they seemed.