Unfortunately, Uchiha Gin's extremely clumsy excuse could not convince everyone present.
Except White Zetsu.
"Holy fucking shit! First-hand bombshell gossip about Black Boss!"
Listening to Uchiha Gin's vivid description, White Zetsu, hidden underground, trembled all over with excitement. He could not be bothered to keep waiting for what came next, and vanished from the spot in an instant with the Mayfly Technique.
He could hardly wait to share this earth-shattering gossip with the lonely old Madara back at the base.
"Gin-sama, you..."
Compared to the doubt in the eyes of the other young people present, Uchiha Huoke believed Uchiha Gin was simply too guilt-ridden, to the point that he had produced some kind of hallucination.
"I misspoke. This humble one also once gazed upon the great battle at the Valley of the End from afar. The clash between Lord Madara and the First Hokage had already transcended the realm of humanity. Even if you had been there too, it could not have changed anything."
Looking at Uchiha Gin, who had started "spouting nonsense," Uchiha Huoke's heart was filled with guilt.
Lord Madara had died in battle. The one most heartbroken must have been Gin-sama, his own cousin, yet he had actually torn open that old scar in front of so many people. He was truly the worst.
"Uh... as long as you understand."
Uchiha Gin, who had been just about to fabricate a chapter about Lao Yin's great battle with Uchiha Sasuke, scratched his head at those words. He had not expected that old boy Huoke's ability to fill in the blanks was no worse than his own; he had talked himself into believing it.
"Fugaku, prepare to convene a clan meeting. This old man will announce Gin-sama's return to all our clansmen."
With the guilt and torment in his