patrol
No one in the security team was willing to do this kind of propaganda work, so Luna had to roll up her sleeves and do it. This was all within her expectations. She even used public funds to buy two loudspeakers and read out the simple public security guidelines in a vivid and engaging way.
One is left:
Drink less alcohol, and if you do drink, don't cause trouble.
Arguing less, because arguing doesn't hurt people.
Don't fight, don't brawl.
Do not harass women, and do not dine and dash.
The other one is left aside:
Those who cause trouble while intoxicated will be detained for seven days and given a reprimand. They will also be required to copy the Public Security Administration Regulations and deeply understand their mistakes.
Those who dine and dash will be arrested by the police, forced to pay the restaurant owner, and will also be punished.
Luna, dressed in her Uchiha clan attire, calmly walked at the front, patrolling with the others and blaring her horn. The two Uchiha youths behind her desperately wanted to cover their faces, but the clan leader was just going along with this nepotism.
The owners of the surrounding bars and restaurants thought it was a good thing. Although the Uchiha clan usually looked fierce, they had indeed helped them solve a lot of trouble. Today, having such a pretty young girl doing promotions really caught their eye.
"What's the penalty for dining and dashing?" A boss suddenly came over, thinking this was great news.
Luna turned the broadcast down before smiling and raising her voice, "Naturally, we'll urge them to pay off the debt and give them a few days of labor reform to teach them a lesson."
There have been cases of people dine-and-dash before, but they weren't publicized. The security team is actually quite wronged. The security team, which is responsible for maintaining order, should be welcomed by the shop owners, but the responsibility of another city management officer makes them unwelcome.
What do urban management officers manage?
Hygiene, order, and the like.
The shop owners nodded in agreement. "Good," they said, "let's see who dares to dine and dash next time." Luna glanced at the two unruly children behind her, then turned the loudspeaker volume down a bit and called out to everyone.
"Gentlemen, if you need anything, ask the security team for help."
"Okay, okay!" When such a pretty young girl smiles sweetly at you, no man, young or old, can keep a straight face.
Luna had a sweet smile and continued to promote the functions of the security force, hoping everyone would cooperate.
Harmony and friendship, civilized behavior.
Respect others and live in harmony with your neighbors.
Stay calm and resolve issues according to the law.
Luna was extremely popular and completed her patrol amidst cheers and applause. However, the four Uchiha youths who had been following Luna couldn't stand it anymore when they returned after their patrol.
"You're being far too obsequious."
"I was just trying to reason with them in a gentle manner, what's wrong with that?"
"The way you smiled at them was just..."
Luna ignored the other party's anger and smiled, "They're just being silly, why are you taking it so seriously? The security team works hard to maintain order, but they're too stupid to see it. We can't just do good deeds anonymously. It doesn't matter if they're slow, they'll learn after a little teaching."
The four Uchiha youths were taken aback. The arrogant words spoken with a smile made them feel much better. So, he thought they were stupid and ungrateful.
Well, actually they also dislike it.
Are those people stupid for not understanding?
That's not unacceptable.
"You may look down on me, but I love to nitpick." Luna's words were eloquent; when it comes to the Uchiha, you definitely have to be agreeable.
Of course, if she were to possess exceptional fighting skills now, she could easily reason with the Uchiha clan using her fists and turn them into her subordinates, which would be much simpler than trying to reason with them.
The next day, things didn't go so smoothly. In the old alleyway as night fell, lanterns lit up one after another, casting a warm yellow glow on the stone pavement. The air was filled with the aroma of grilled fish, the richness of sake, and the savory fragrance of freshly cooked ramen broth.
The streets here are even more bustling than during the day, with the curtains of izakayas constantly being lifted, overflowing with laughter and the clinking of glasses. Ninjas have finished their day's missions and training, and vendors are calculating their day's earnings, gathering in small groups. Under the various izakaya signs, the lights are even softer.
Just then, a discordant commotion pierced the veil of excitement. Many of the nearby drunks naturally came out to watch the spectacle; gossip is human nature.
"Mind your own business! Do you know who I am?" a gruff voice roared.
A burly drunkard, his face flushed and his steps unsteady, was waving a bottle and roaring at the two ninjas. The liquor spilled out with his movements, wetting the ground.
The two ninjas he faced were unusually quiet. They wore dark blue high-necked short-sleeved uniforms, and the Uchiha clan crest, a red and white fan, on their backs was extremely conspicuous under the lamplight.
The leading Uchiha ninja had a cold expression, and beneath his short black hair, his eyes were as calm as an ancient well. He didn't adopt any fighting stance, but simply spoke calmly, his voice not loud, yet clearly drowning out the surrounding noise: "You are suspected of disturbing the order of the village. Come with us."
"Boss, are you alright?" Luna stepped forward to help the middle-aged woman who had fallen to the ground. She glanced at the damaged bar and tables and knew that she would have to turn the tide today.
"Thank goodness, but what are we going to do?" The proprietress looked at the damaged shop and her face fell.
"Lord Yashinaga, please wait." Luna spoke softly, supporting the shop owner who was heartbroken after losing money. Her dark almond-shaped eyes glanced around, and she said unhurriedly, "Please let the shop owner calculate the shop's losses in person, so that she can feel at ease."
The Eighth Generation turned his head and raised his chin. Tetsuka and Inahikawa, who were beside him, understood and stepped forward to hold down the ninja. They had never done this kind of negotiated compensation before, but they were indeed relieved to not have to listen to the idiot boss's arrogant words.
The drunkard staggered, almost falling, and pointed his finger at his nose: "I shed blood for the village! When I fought against Kumogakure, you...you brats who can only stare blankly were still playing with shuriken!"
The onlookers whispered among themselves; some looked on with sympathy, while others frowned in disgust at the overwhelming smell of alcohol.
"Shedding blood for the village is no excuse for smashing Konoha shops. The proprietress works hard to run her shop, what did she do to offend you?" Luna helped the proprietress out, her pretty face coldly rebuking her.
These words made the surrounding shop owners nod in agreement. That's right, what did they do to offend anyone while they were just running their shops? Speaking of which, I never thought the Uchiha from the security team were so handsome before!
The bystanders, seeing the distressed-looking proprietress and the broken bar, immediately sided with the victim.
That's right, when have we ninjas ever smashed up shops?
This guy is ruining the reputation of ninjas.
Which company is it?
"It seems to be a small family."
"His wife is from the Shimura family."
"Shhh."
Luna chuckled to herself as she listened, then called out, "The boss's opinion alone is hardly convincing. Is anyone willing to help with the valuation?"
"I do!"
"I'll help."
Several shop owners quickly spoke up, saying that they were all shop owners and that helping each other was a neighbor's responsibility.
"Let me go! Let me go!"
"You Uchiha..."
Seeing that the security team was willing to take charge, the proprietress spoke timidly, "He still owes me money for drinks."
"How much is owed?"
"It hasn't been paid for six months."
It's common for ninjas to owe money on drinks, but owing money for six months is a bit long. Luna asked the bartender to calculate how much money was owed, and they would try to urge the ninja to pay it back.
"Boss, bring the accounting book to the security team tomorrow."
"Okay, okay, thank you, thank you. I'm really short of money to cover the rent." The landlady glanced at the drunkard, then bowed gratefully with tears in her eyes.
She didn't want to escalate the conflict if possible; customers were her livelihood. Today, she only asked for partial payment, and the other party turned hostile and threatened to assault her. Her shop was already a small business, and continuing to owe money without income was really unsustainable.
The shop owner next door wholeheartedly agreed. Everyone wants more customers, but the biggest problem is that everyone tends to owe money. A month is tolerable, two months is barely tolerable, and even partial payment is acceptable, but six months is terrifying. You have to understand that there's definitely more than one person owing money; if you can't make ends meet, the shop will go out of business.
"Thank you, thank you." The proprietress received the IOU for compensation from the ninja handprint and knew that the security team would help. She bowed repeatedly with gratitude.
"The original purpose of the security team was to stop ninja crimes." Luna smiled gently, her tone calm and polite as she reassured them: "I believe that 99% of our guests would not act like that. Everyone is understanding and upholds the principles of fairness and justice, and would never do what he did. There are very few people who would require our help."
Both sides agreed, and many patrons voluntarily paid their bills, with those who didn't have cash on them saying they would definitely bring it the next day. The izakaya owners naturally smiled and repeatedly said it was no problem, that it was good that they remembered.
Thus, the world where only the injured ninja was created was achieved.
The Eighth Hokage and his two companions left amidst the cheers of the crowd, feeling extremely awkward. Their proud and aloof nature kept them all with stern faces, while Luna asked curiously in a 'quiet' voice.
"Lord Yashiro, is your face twitching?"
"Shut up." The Eighth Hokage of Uchiha coldly reprimanded him, quickening his pace.
There were many ninjas present, including quite a few Jonin. Seeing the Eighth Hokage's expression, it was easy to see their discomfort, and they all used it as a source of amusement during the banquet. They talked about the Uchiha they had known since childhood—that cold face, that bad temper, that stubbornly arrogant personality.
"I think the Uchiha's little sister is better."
"Exactly, men can be so stubborn."
"It stinks worse than a rock in a latrine."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
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Any changes made by the Uchiha, who were under 24-hour surveillance, would naturally attract the attention of Konoha's higher-ups. At the Root base, Danzo smashed a cane, cursing that useless bastard who went looking for trouble without cleaning up his own mess; who would side with him when he owed six months' worth of alcohol bills?
The Third Hokage, puffing on his pipe, looked at Itachi kneeling on the ground, a smile tugging at his wrinkled face: "This is good. I hope things can continue like this."
"Yes." Itachi looked up with delight. Itchiha and Konoha hadn't had any good news for many years.
Koizumi is amazing!
Is this the difference between men and women?
As night fell, there was no moon in the sky, only a few stars barely hanging in the dome, their faint light illuminating nothing. The wooden houses lining both sides of the street were densely packed together, their eaves overlapping, making the surroundings even more gloomy. A girl walking home from work walked along the narrow street, only the Uchiha lanterns illuminating the way.
Luna, idly practicing her perception magic, noticed someone around the corner. She frowned, trying to figure out how to react, when she saw the figure emerge from the shadows. The familiar silhouette, the face blurred in the dim light, sent Luna's heart pounding.
The fact that someone was lying in ambush was terrifying enough, but the fact that it was Uchiha Itachi made her hair stand on end, and memories replayed wildly in her mind. In the original owner's memories, it was under these circumstances that Itachi walked out, his Mangekyou Sharingan activated, covered in blood and holding a sword.
He's going to be killed!
It hurts so much, my heart has been pierced.
Itachi's lips curled into a rare smile, and his dark eyes were filled with tenderness, sending shivers down one's spine: "I'll take you home."
I'll take you home.
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I'll send you to hell.
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I'm here to stab you.
In Luna's eyes, that smile was particularly sinister.
Help! ┭┮﹏┭┮
Was the extinction of the race brought forward?
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