Even though they were mentally prepared, Yuhara's words still caused an uproar among everyone present—though the levels of shock varied.
Impeaching the clan leader? That was something unprecedented in the history of the Uchiha clan. Now that it was unfolding right before their eyes, how could they possibly remain calm?
Uchiha Fugaku's face didn't look too good. He had anticipated that this clan meeting would involve him somehow, but he hadn't expected it to be an impeachment against him as clan leader!
Ever since he took up the mantle of clan leader, he believed that although his performance wasn't perfect, he had at least maintained a fragile harmony between the clan and the village.
Moreover, he had prevented any single faction within the clan from becoming too dominant, ensuring that the family did not have to lean toward any particular side.
This balance, though not entirely foolproof, at least kept the clan stable, and neither the family nor the village had fallen into chaos.
Yuhara's direct call for his impeachment left him at a loss, and he couldn't understand why he was being impeached or what kind of agreement had been reached.
"Uchiha Yuhara, do you even know what you're talking about?"
Uchiha Hirano stood up angrily once more, and this time, his Sharingan had already been activated!
In his scarlet eyes, two tomoe spun slowly, and his entire body began gathering chakra, clearly prepared to make a move.
Not just him—those who supported Uchiha Fugaku also stood up in rage, all activating their Sharingan as well.
The atmosphere at the clan meeting grew tense, like swords drawn and bows bent, yet Yuhara remained perfectly calm amidst it all.
"Of course I know what I'm saying. I don't need you to remind me."
Yuhara shook his head lightly and spoke calmly.
"Put away your Sharingan. Those eyes aren't enough to impress me."
"Besides, this matter isn't something you or your group can get involved in. Sit down."
"Uchiha Yuhara, don't think just because you're a prodigy that you're something special! Who do you think you are? Do you think you have the right to judge the clan leader?"
Contrary to his wishes, Uchiha Yatsushiro, who was standing behind Uchiha Hirano, also spoke up in fury.
Yatsushiro was a captain in the Konoha Police Force and a staunch supporter of Uchiha Fugaku. Yuhara remembered that in the original work, this guy got kicked away by Uchiha Itachi with a single blow.
But that hadn't happened yet, and now Uchiha Yatsushiro was already walking toward Yuhara.
"Don't think that just because you have a Three-Tomoe Sharingan, you can run your mouth here. You're just a kid."
"I want to see how powerful you really are and if you have the right to boast here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Uchiha Yatsushiro struck. He didn't use any weapons, which showed he still held back a little.
But making a move in a place like this still revealed his arrogance, causing Yuhara to frown involuntarily.
In an instant, Yuhara's eyes turned scarlet, and at that very moment, Uchiha Yatsushiro felt an eerie power radiate from Yuhara's eyes.
"Genjutsu?"
Yatsushiro sneered internally. Using Genjutsu on an Uchiha with an active Sharingan? That was definitely not a wise choice!
Even if Yuhara had the Three-Tomoe Sharingan, using Genjutsu in such haste while Yatsushiro's own Sharingan was activated—its effect would be limited at best, and it might not work at all.
Yet in the next instant, Yatsushiro's expression froze, because he suddenly felt his brain go fuzzy.
In his vision, all that remained were Yuhara's scarlet Three-Tomoe Sharingan!
"Bang!"
Suddenly, a muffled crash exploded in Yatsushiro's ears, and intense pain flared from his chest.
The pain snapped him back to his senses, only to realize he was flying backward through the air.
It wasn't until he crashed heavily to the ground that he understood—he had lost!
"Whether I'm boasting or not isn't for you to judge."
Just then, Yuhara's voice reached his ears again—still calm, yet it made Yatsushiro grit his teeth in hatred.
"And you're equally unqualified to stand in front of me and spew arrogant nonsense. I said before, this isn't something you can be involved in. Sit tight and behave."
"You—"
Yatsushiro's face was incredibly pale. He wanted to say more, but the moment he tried, sharp pain stabbed through his chest.
He couldn't even finish a full sentence; he could only clutch his chest and gasp for breath.
"You bastard!"
Uchiha Hirano could no longer hold back. He charged toward Yuhara, throwing a punch aimed straight for his chest.
His eyes were blood-red, his movements incredibly sharp, and he deliberately avoided making eye contact with Yuhara.
The sight of Yatsushiro's defeat was right in front of him; there was no way he would repeat the same mistake.
But what surprised everyone was that Yuhara stood completely still. He just watched Hirano's fist approach his chest.
"Bang!"
Another muffled impact resounded, but this time, Yuhara didn't even flinch. A blue aura had materialized over his chest without anyone noticing.
Clearly, it was chakra—a chakra barrier that completely blocked Hirano's punch, preventing him from truly landing a hit.
"Looks like this 'Ninja Art: Qi Shield' isn't bad at all."
Yuhara calmly observed everything. Just after casting the Genjutsu, he had clearly felt his chakra naturally converge in front of him.
The strength of this chakra barrier seemed proportional to his chakra reserves. This was why he stood there and watched Hirano's attack.
He wanted to see how this shield handled physical attacks, and the result was clear—it was excellent.
After all, Uchiha Hirano's punch hadn't even scratched the shield. Its integrity and quality remained completely intact!
"Is that all you've got?" Yuhara looked at Uchiha Hirano with indifference and suddenly asked.
Hirano's expression darkened, and upon hearing those words, his face grew even more rigid.
He quickly pulled back, attempting to retreat, but at that moment, Yuhara grabbed his arm.
Before Hirano could react, Yuhara's knee slammed into his stomach.
Hirano gasped in pain, his body instinctively bending forward. At that instant, Yuhara's grip tightened.
"Crack!"
With a simple twist, Yuhara dislocated Hirano's arm, then flung it aside and grabbed him by the throat.
"Did you think my words were just hot air?"
"Or is it... you think you're worthy enough to dance with me?"