At this moment, quite a few members of the Uchiha clan had already gathered in the hall.
Ever since this grand building had risen from the ground, everyone had been guessing what it was for.
Some said it was a training ground, others said it was an assembly hall.
There were even those who guessed it was a private residence built by Clan Head Gento for himself, specially used to keep secret mistresses.
Today, when they heard that Fugaku had returned carrying mission scrolls, their curiosity grew even stronger.
The news spread quickly. In less than half an hour, a large crowd had gathered at the entrance of the hall.
They craned their necks to look inside in small groups, chattering endlessly.
"Hey, what do you think this is for? Fugaku-sama brought back so many scrolls."
"No idea… should we go in and take a look?"
Fugaku ignored the noise at the entrance.
He placed the heavy wooden box on the counter, opened the lid, and began flipping through the mission scrolls one by one.
Having served as the head of the Leaf Police Force for many years, he knew the abilities of the clan members like the back of his hand.
Who was good at tracking, who excelled in combat, who was meticulous and suited for escort missions, who was sharp-minded and suited for reconnaissance missions.
He had a clear ledger of it all in his mind.
As he read, he silently matched suitable candidates.
"This C-rank escort mission…"
He pulled out the first scroll and glanced over its contents.
"Escort a merchant to the Land of Tea. Seven days round trip. Must be prepared to deal with possible bandits. Let Tekka's team handle it. They have good coordination and practical experience."
He picked up another scroll.
It was a B-rank bandit suppression mission.
Fugaku's expression turned serious.
A group of bandits in the eastern mountain region of the Land of Fire had been plundering merchant caravans. Two escorting ronin had already been killed. The mission objective was to eliminate the bandit hideout.
"This needs a Jonin to lead the team…"
He pondered for a moment.
"Yashiro. He awakened the Three-Tomoe Sharingan last year, and he has rich combat experience. Let him pick a few capable members."
Like this, he went through one scroll after another, assigning them one by one.
It took more than half a day before he finished reviewing all two hundred missions.
He glanced at the dense crowd at the entrance, clapped his hands, and said loudly:
"Everyone, come in!"
The crowd surged in at once, gathering in front of the counter and asking noisily:
"Fugaku-sama, what is this place?"
Fugaku raised his hand to quiet them. After everyone calmed down, he spoke unhurriedly:
"This is the Mission Hall newly built by our Uchiha clan."
He pointed at the wall of compartment cabinets behind him and explained:
"From now on, the clan will distribute mission commissions here to each team. Once you accept a mission, you go complete it, and then return to report."
A commotion broke out among the crowd at once.
"Really? Does that mean we don't have to line up at the Hokage's place to receive missions anymore?"
"How are the rewards calculated? Are they higher than the village's mission rewards?"
Fugaku waved his hand:
"The detailed rules will be announced later. Today, we'll first distribute the first batch of missions."
After that, he handed out the mission scrolls one by one.
Once all the missions were assigned, he also delivered a copied list to Gento's Clan Head's Office.
Gento took the list and scanned it from top to bottom.
Mission number, rank, description, responsible team…
All the information was clear and easy to understand.
He raised his head and looked at Fugaku, a trace of approval in his eyes:
"Well done."
Fugaku smiled slightly but said nothing.
Gento continued to examine the mission details on the list.
As expected, most of the missions Hiruzen had handed over were low-level tasks.
D-rank missions made up the majority.
Helping farmers find lost livestock, helping an old lady find her savings book hidden under a cabinet, helping a vendor find an account book blown away by the wind…
The difficulty of these missions was basically the same as finding cats, dogs, or pulling weeds.
There were also quite a few C-rank missions.
Escorting goods to nearby towns, clearing wild boars around villages, delivering urgent letters for certain officials…
There were B-rank and A-rank missions as well, but the numbers were pitifully small.
As for S-rank missions, there were none at all.
However, Gento didn't mind.
All he needed was to complete the system's side quest.
No matter the rank, as long as one hundred commissions were completed, it would be enough.
With these two hundred missions distributed, even if some failed, the remaining would still be enough to meet the quota.
He placed the list on the table and said to Fugaku:
"Keep monitoring. Report any situation immediately."
"And from now on, you'll be responsible for the clan's mission distribution."
Fugaku was stunned for a moment, then an uncontrollable look of joy appeared on his face.
He nodded heavily. "Yes!"
…
One week later.
Inside Gento's room.
Pakura's muffled moans could be heard from time to time.
Of course, the two were conducting their daily taijutsu training.
Suddenly, Pakura let out a sharp cry, then was defeated.
"Pakura, this time you still lost so fast!"
"You…! That's because you used the Slave Mark! Otherwise, who could last longer isn't certain!"
As she spoke, Pakura had already opened the door and walked out, drenched in fragrant sweat.
Her entire face was flushed from exertion.
Her whole body looked as if it had just been lifted out of water.
Her tight black training outfit was quite soaked, the fabric clinging to her body, outlining her slender yet powerful waist and her long, firm legs.
She breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling, clearly exhausted from the taijutsu sparring just now.
At that moment, a long-awaited notification sounded in Gento's mind.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for completing Side Quest: Reputation]
[Reward obtained: Mangekyo Dojutsu Copy Card!]
Gento's eyes lit up.
It worked!
Without wasting a moment, he threw on his clothes and hurried out.
…
Shisui was practicing shuriken in his courtyard.
Seeing Gento suddenly arrive, he was a bit surprised. Just as he was about to speak, Gento had already walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't move."
Under Shisui's puzzled gaze, Gento directly used the Mangekyo Dojutsu Copy Card.
Seconds later-
[Detected Dojutsu: Kotoamatsukami.]
[Please select: Kotoamatsukami (Left), Kotoamatsukami (Right)]
Gento chose without hesitation the left one: the version that required a ten-year cooldown but could permanently alter cognition.
[Ding! Copy successful.]
[Item Name: Mangekyo Dojutsu Copy Card]
[Status: Dojutsu Kotoamatsukami (Left)]
⟩ Permanently rewrite the target's will without them noticing. The affected person will believe the implanted thought is genuinely their own, thus feeling no sense of inconsistency or suspicion.
Success!
Gento looked excited.
Shisui, on the other hand, looked confused:
"Clan Head, just now you…"
"It's nothing."
Gento patted his shoulder and turned to leave.
"Keep practicing."
Watching Gento's departing figure, Shisui tilted his head in place.
…
Gento walked home with light steps.
Holding the Mangekyo Dojutsu Copy Card in his hand, his mind became active.
He pushed the door open. As soon as he stepped inside, Pakura came up to him.
She had already changed into clean clothes, her hair still slightly damp, having just taken a bath.
"Gento, Mikoto Uchiha has come to visit. She's waiting for you in the reception room."
Gento paused mid-step.
Hmm?
Mikoto actually came to find him on her own?
Looking at the Mangekyo Dojutsu Copy Card in his hand, a bold idea suddenly formed in Gento's mind.
After a moment, he put the card away and walked toward the reception room.
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