After that, things had calmed down.
The Uchiha had thrown themselves into their work, and had churned out enough profits that clan members were paid to just keep track of it. But anyways she was at the academy, and she had just finished her first year.
Time flies doesn't it?
Speaking of which, she was six, going on seven now. The date of the massacre would be in a year and a half. She needed to get her butt moving. The progress she had made was indisputable, the clan connected to the village in ways never seen before. Uprooting them would be impossible. But it dosn't mean someone couldn't try or even dramatically lesson their power.
She had to move. They didn't have a giant long vacation like how she used to, but there was two and a half weeks in between.
Wow, all that time on her hands and nothing to do.
It's almost like plots she had been waiting for to enact could be enacted now. Hm.
She took a day off before getting started.
They needed something again. Something that would revive the clan's spirit and moral after the cat-ban and the restaurants shutting down. Something that would restore their faith in the village. Something that could reach a lot of people all at once.
They needed the fair.
The thing which had kick-started this all. Had put the Uchiha on track. And they were still on track, just... they had slowed down. They hadn't attended in recent years, too busy with running their businesses and being Ninja.
But what could they provide this year that they hadn't already? What would pick them up after the shut-downs? They had already used the Art-Institute and Police Force, what could the-
...Ah.
A smirk twisted her mouth.
What was this years theme again?
She took a sip of her tea before heading out to her families restaurants. It took a few days to have everything compiled and it had taken all her communication skills to get a spot at the fair, but they did it. They set up shop, the entire kitchen staffs closing the restaurants for a day, telling the people to come to the fair later on. They laid out rows of tables, put up tents and cooked some of the best food she had ever saw.
The theme this year was food.
And just like the wedding, people showed up.
People showed up.
They showed up hungry, wearing cat shirts, with cats in their bags, police force costumes, and with pieces from the institute. They took one look at the spread and hooted in surprise and laughter. On every table was a sign to take a sample and a sheet with the history behind the food. There were basic recipe books(among other things) near the cash register to buy and do it yourself. The Uchiha had already patented all these dishes too.
And then the Akimachi showed up. The surprise on their faces was priceless. The round ninja ran back to his clan's own stand. Finally, actual competition! The Akimichi clan head popped his head up suspiciously.
She mockingly shook her fist at the clan head.
She couldn't hear but he tossed his head back and roared in laughter anyway.
Everyone but the two clans didn't stand a chance. People were running back and forth between the two, trying to see what would happen next.
The twist to their food? It was traditional Uchiha dishes that hadn't been outside the clan in years. And Uchiha dishes were spicy. Something about how their food needed to be as hot as their fireballs. You are what you eat after all. To her left, a man who had bit directly into a grilled chili dashed for the awaiting milk. His friends laughed, then went to try the dish.
They cooked right in front of the people too, each maneuver slowly getting more dramatic as the Akimichi stepped up their game. Her aunt threw a chili up into the air, cutting it in a series of swift movements.
The Akimichi clan matriarch sauteed above ground with a jutsu.
Her aunt spit out a fireball and perfectly roasted a meal.
Clan nin were jokingly running back and forth, jumping on buildings and talking into their hands like they had a radio, hands positioned to block the nonexistent sun. They would go on the roofs and engage in impromptu eating contests, shoveling down 5 star food. Let her say the Akimichi could pack it away, but the Uchiha had a metabolism like no other, with their fireball jutsu in all.
With every new stunt the crowds roared in laughter.
"The Uchiha..."
"Yeah, who would of thought?" His friend responded.
The night ended with the Uchiha a transitioning over to the Akimichi stand and vice versa. They talked food and traded tips and facts, trying each others dishes.
The thing that had damaged the morale of the clan was now lifting it up. All the had to do was give the restaurants a second chance-now they were the star of the show. Danzo tried to destroy them with the places, now this was a direct slap to the face.
Tried to shut them down,
But when you're an Uchiha, there's only one way but up.