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Chapter 55 A New Look for the Police Department

Compared to the tense atmosphere a few months ago, where tensions seemed to be on the verge of exploding, the streets of Konoha now possess an unprecedented, almost magical, sense of peace.

At the entrance of Ganligan Dessert Shop, several genin who were not yet old enough to take on missions were gathered together, clutching their pocket money and staring intently at the police squad patrolling in the distance.

"Look, look! That's the team led by the Eighth Hokage Uchiha!" A boy wearing goggles whispered excitedly, as if he'd discovered a rare insect. "I bet he won't be laughing today!"

"Pshaw, I bet ten taels! Yesterday I saw him helping the Shanzhong family move flowerpots, and his lips twitched twice. That was a sign he was about to smile!" another chubby boy retorted.

The Eighth Hokage of Uchiha, who was on patrol, was stiff at this moment, his back straight as if it were a welded steel bar.

His keen ninja hearing naturally picked up on the group of kids' conversation, but he dared not turn around and glare, much less unleash his killing intent.

Because on his left arm he wore a bright red armband that read "Model Post for Civilized Law Enforcement".

This was forced upon him by Minato Namikaze, that naturally cunning advisor, who said it was to commend him for not sending that spy who couldn't use ninjutsu to the hospital yesterday.

"Yashiro-senpai, don't be nervous, take a deep breath."

The Hyuga branch family member walking next to him activated his Byakugan, observing his surroundings while quietly offering a reminder.

"That's the uncle who always leaves his stall haphazardly up ahead. Remember the instructions: first salute, then smile, and finally issue a ticket."

"I know..." Yashiro squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, a fine layer of cold sweat seeping from his forehead, "but this is even harder than facing three Jonin."

He now deeply regrets that he agreed to help these two after being flattered by them so casually. He had originally thought it was something related to combat.

The two walked to a cart that was blocking the middle of the road.

The middle-aged man unloading goods instinctively shrank back when he saw the dark blue fan-shaped uniform, bracing himself for a scolding.

However, the expected roar did not come.

The Uchiha ninja, who was usually fierce and menacing, walked up to him like a puppet, raised his hand very stiffly, and gave a not-so-standard salute.

"Hello... Hello."

Yashiro struggled to control his facial muscles, the result of countless painful training sessions in front of the mirror.

His mouth stretched to the sides, revealing neat teeth, and he tried his best not to look like he was looking at a dead person.

"Konoha Police Department... at your service."

How can I describe that smile?

It's like a tiger trying to disguise itself as a lucky cat, both terrifying and comical, even with a touch of pitiful clumsiness.

The man was stunned, and the radish in his hand fell to the ground.

"Ah...ah? Okay, okay! Thank you so much, sir! I'll move the car right away! Right away!"

The man was flattered and hurriedly pushed his cart away, not forgetting to turn back and call out before leaving, "Um... sir, you actually look quite... quite energetic when you smile!"

Yashiro maintained that stiff smile until the uncle had run far away, at which point he collapsed like a deflated balloon.

"It's terrifying..." Yashiro covered his cramping cheek, his eyes vacant. "I'd rather go to the front lines and kill the enemy."

The Hyuga teammate next to him suppressed a laugh and solemnly ticked a box in his notebook.

These past two days have actually been assessment days.

……

Police Department Building, Captain's Office.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the desk, but it did not illuminate Fugaku Uchiha's melancholy face.

He was staring blankly at a pile of gifts in front of him.

It wasn't a complaint letter or a task report, but a basket of fresh eggs, several bags of homegrown sweet potatoes, and even a few bunches of wildflowers.

These were all "gifts of comfort" that the villagers insisted on giving to the patrol team members, and the team members dared not keep them for themselves, so they could only hand them over to the team leader.

"Get rid of them..." Fugaku waved his hand weakly. "Distribute them to the cafeteria, or... send them to the orphanage."

"No, senior, this is the will of the people."

Nishikawa Tetsu sat on the sofa next to him, holding the latest issue of "Konoha Weekly" and reading it with great interest.

"Listen to this title—'The Iceberg Melts! The Iron Will and Tender Feelings of the Uchiha Guard,' with the subtitle 'That Man Who Never Smiles Is Striving to Protect Konoha's Smile.'"

Nishikawa Tetsu clicked his tongue in amazement: "This writing style, this level of emotional appeal, even I'm moved."

"You wrote that!"

Fugaku grabbed a sweet potato, intending to throw it over, but then, remembering it was a token of the villagers' goodwill, he reluctantly put it down.

"Che, could you please stop portraying me as someone who's cold on the outside but warm on the inside in the newspapers? Yesterday I went to buy ninja tools, and the shopkeeper actually gave me a discount and looked at me with a motherly gaze, asking if my eyes still hurt..."

Fugaku covered his face, his voice muffled: "Don't I, the dignified head of the Uchiha clan, have any dignity?"

"Besides, my eyes have been healed for a long time!"

"Can face put food on the table? Discounts are the real deal."

Minato Namikaze pushed open the door and walked in, carrying three insulated lunch boxes in his hand, with a warm and welcoming smile on his face.

"It's lunchtime. This is a bento that Kushina made especially for you. She said it was to thank the police department for helping her get rid of a lot of annoying flies recently."

Minato placed the bento box on the table, opened the lid, and a fragrant aroma filled the air.

"Also, I just saw several Uchiha clansmen downstairs asking the Nara clan for advice on shogi," Minato said with a smile.

"Although they lost badly and kept using their Sharingan to cheat, the atmosphere was really good."

Upon hearing this, Fugaku's gaze softened slightly.

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the team members who were doing mixed training in the courtyard.

The estrangement between families that once existed is gradually melting away through these daily squabbles, complaints, and awkward attempts at adjustment.

The Uchiha clan is no longer the aloof law enforcer, but an ordinary person who is teased by villagers, blushes because of a stiff smile, and receives sweet potatoes.

"Maybe……"

Fugaku murmured softly, "It's not so bad this way."