"Akira, stand down now. This is no joke!"
Uchiha Yashiro sprang to his feet in alarm!
This decision concerned the fate of the entire Uchiha Clan. Even before Uchiha Xianren, he could only bow his head and remain silent, hoping to delay things for as long as possible.
Hoping that a turn for the better would come later.
"Stalling will not solve the Uchiha Clan's predicament."
Uchiha Akira merely shook his head. "Uncle Yashiro, status within the Uchiha Clan has never been decided by words, nor has it depended solely on achievements on the battlefield."
His voice was calm, but his eyes held an indifferent aloofness, as though he looked down upon everything.
"Since no one is willing to submit to the other, then fight. The winner is king, the loser is a bandit. That was how the Uchiha Clan was in the past, and it remains so now!"
"The loser will willingly bow their head and submit."
"From this day onward, they will be regarded as household servants!"
What?
Everyone was stunned. Even Uchiha Yashiro stood frozen in place.
Looking at Uchiha Akira, he felt as if he were meeting him for the first time. What a sharp edge—so sharp that he could not help narrowing his eyes.
Uchiha Xianren's pupils contracted as well.
His gaze finally settled squarely on Uchiha Akira. The spear-like sharpness emanating from the other man made even him feel alarmed.
What alarmed him even more was Akira's proposal.
The loser would bow their head and submit.
They would be regarded as household servants!
This had been the Uchiha Clan's method for settling internal disputes during the Warring States Period. By the era of the Five Great Nations, such a blunt and cruel method had long been abandoned by the Uchiha Clan.
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