After parting ways with Kakashi, Yagami headed straight home.
He didn't immediately use his newly earned prestige points for a lottery draw.
For the moment… his current strength was more than enough to protect himself.
So he planned to save everything.
Once he accumulated ten thousand prestige points, he would go for a higher-tier draw — something worthwhile.
Sigh…
Pouring himself a pot of tea, Yagami leaned back in a reclining chair in his yard, enjoying a rare moment of peace.
For the past ten years, he had trained relentlessly almost every single day.
Moments like this — quiet, comfortable, unhurried — were something he rarely allowed himself.
But now that he had a system?
He didn't need to break his body in constant training anymore.
So he fully intended to make up for every bit of comfort he had skipped in those years.
"Tsk, tsk…"
He took a slow sip of fresh tea, smacking his lips in satisfaction.
This is the life a transmigrator is supposed to have…
In all the worlds he had wandered through before, as a Reincarnator, it had been nothing but hardship.
So lying here, sun warm on his face, tea in hand?
This felt like a small slice of justice.
But while Yagami enjoyed his well-earned peace, two places in Konoha were anything but calm.
…
The Uchiha compound — Naka Shrine.
The seven who had been dragged back by the elder now sat stiffly on the floor, heads bowed, enduring the full force of the clan's elders and higher-ups.
As the saying goes: news travels fast when it's bad.
Before they even made it back to the compound, word of their seven-on-one loss had already spread everywhere.
And on their way to the shrine, they felt the weight of countless glares — contempt, disappointment, outright hatred.
"Look at the mess you've caused! You've stained the Uchiha name!"
"Seven against one is humiliating enough — but you actually lost?!"
"Disgraceful. All of you!"
"When has our clan ever produced fools like this…?"
Under the barrage of scolding, Eikō and the others couldn't utter a single word.
Shame clung to all of them like a heavy cloak.
They knew full well that it was their own actions that had embarrassed the clan.
"Enough."
Once the reprimands dragged on for a while, the Grand Elder finally lifted a hand, his tone calm.
"What's done is done. Scolding them endlessly won't change anything."
"What matters now… is how we contain this incident."
An older Uchiha with gray hair shot up, anger flaring.
"You mean we just let them off like this!?"
He was an elder too, though nowhere near the Grand Elder's seniority.
"I never said that," the Grand Elder replied, eyes sharp. "They will not walk away from this without consequence."
As the elders began to discuss potential punishments, Eikō clenched his teeth, lifted his bruised face, and spoke:
"Grand Elder…"
"This incident happened because of me. I was the one who suggested a seven-on-one match…"
"If punishment must be given… then give it to me alone."
He lowered himself to the floor in a full bow.
He knew he was responsible for most of this.
He knew how much the clan hated him right now.
And if he didn't carry the weight now, once the punishment was decided…
Resentment from his own teammates would follow.
Someone had to take responsibility.
"Good."
The Grand Elder nodded, a faint glimmer of approval in his eyes.
"Your willingness to take responsibility is commendable. But their faults will not go unpunished either."
He paused, then declared:
"As the primary offender, you will resign as deputy captain of the Police Force."
"And… you will receive fifty strikes in the ancestral hall, then be confined to your home for one full year."
Eikō's face went pale.
He expected to lose his position but the ancestral hall punishment terrified him.
The enforcers there valued clan honor more than their own lives.
Fifty strikes… he might return alive, but it wouldn't be pretty.
Still, he had chosen this path.
He bowed his head and accepted it.
The other six felt a heavy chill in their hearts.
"As for the rest of you…"
The Grand Elder's gaze passed over the remaining six.
"You will each receive ten strikes, and be confined to your homes for three months."
"Yes, Grand Elder!"
Relief washed through them like cold water.
Ten strikes were painful — but survivable.
A few days of rest, and they would recover.
And when their eyes drifted toward Eikō, there was a trace of gratitude mixed in with their guilt.
Seeing that…
Eikō felt both uneasy and faintly comforted.
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