Dan didn't stop. He continued explaining his philosophy.
"What is power?
Is it the Police Force patrolling the entire village? Is it the Konoha high command wielding great authority? Is it the Daimyo governing the whole Land of Fire?
No. None of those.
The people in those positions only reached the top because others raised them up. What they wield is merely political power.
Even the Hokage could find himself abandoned by everyone overnight, fall from his pedestal, and be reviled by thousands.
But there is one kind of person who never will.
Someone who grows stronger through training, whose power comes from within, not from others.
Their power cannot be taken away. It will only grow stronger.
Remember.
Power comes first, and then authority—not the other way around.
The Uchiha Clan must become a clan of power. We must become immortals, not mortals!"
Those words—
They were like a beacon, guiding the Uchiha through the fog and showing them the path ahead.
At that moment, Dan was less helping the Uchiha than expounding on his own way.
This was the revelation the great Muscle God had bestowed upon him.
To him,
all external power was an illusion. Only when he clenched his fist and felt the explosive muscles in his arm did he know true power.
Eternal power.
Dan, who was usually stern and taciturn, a man of few words, had said more today than he usually did.
Then, under the gaze of every Uchiha present,
Dan slowly raised his right arm, straight and steady, spreading his fingers toward the ceiling.
His wide sleeve slid down, revealing the thick blue veins in his arm and the deep grooves of his muscles. The sight was explosive.
Then—
Hummm.
All five fingers and his entire right arm began to tremble irregularly