Most of the current members of the Uchiha Clan's Council of Elders were from around the time Konoha was founded, and their impression of the once-famous Uchiha Madara was not especially deep.
Let alone Uchiha Gin, who had long since returned to the Pure Land and had been nameless within the clan.
What was one old ninja acting so arrogant for?
After a brief exchange of glances, these unconvinced elders very tacitly activated their Sharingan at the same time. The eerie scarlet shining from their eyes made Fugaku and his wife, standing behind Uchiha Gin, break out in cold sweat in their palms.
"Honey, aren't you the Clan Leader? Hurry up and stop this infighting."
Since one should speak well of someone after eating their food, Uchiha Mikoto still had the green-apple-flavored lollipop Uchiha Gin had kindly gifted her in her mouth, so naturally she had to speak up for him.
Besides, judging purely by looks, she really could not go against her conscience and side with the ugly old Uchiha geezers on the other side.
"Stop it? It's not like you don't know how I got chosen as Clan Leader."
Hearing this, Fugaku revealed a bitter smile. The reason he could sit in the Clan Leader's seat was because he relied on the clan elders.
To put it even more plainly, he was nothing more than a puppet with a little bit of strength.
Thinking of this, Uchiha Fugaku could not help lowering his head, hiding his ambition-filled gaze beneath his eyelids.
However, as the person at the center of it all, Uchiha Gin was not nervous at all. Instead, he leisurely propped his chin up with one hand and looked over the elders, who fit the Uchiha stereotype very well, with great interest.
Were they really pretending not