The Confirmed Result

As soon as Uchiha Madara finished speaking, the entire hall erupted in an uproar.

Everyone stared at him blankly. Elders such as Uchiha Yutaka were equally stunned. The teacup Uchiha Zhan had just raised slipped from his hand and clattered onto the table, green tea spilling everywhere.

Shin rubbed his brow. As expected of Uchiha Madara—he was always so direct. Shin had thought Madara would first discuss something else to stir up the clan members' emotions.

I really overthought it.

"Clan Head, y-you're not joking, are you?" Uchiha Yujian asked, his tone full of uncertainty.

It was exactly what the other clansmen wanted to ask.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Uchiha Madara turned his head. Though his tone was calm, it carried an unquestionable authority.

The three elders immediately drew sharp breaths, and Uchiha Zhan hurriedly said, "Clan Head, why do you suddenly want to leave Konoha? We've been living very well here."

Madara's gaze shifted slightly as he looked deeply at him. He had expected someone to question him, but he had not expected that person to be Uchiha Zhan.

Back when they had been enemies with the Senju Clan, Uchiha Zhan had been the loudest one calling for battle and the first to charge ahead every time. He was a textbook hawk.

Yet now, this very same hawk had stepped forward to question his decision to leave.

Shin took it all in and sighed softly. Perhaps Uchiha Zhan had no intention of opposing Madara; he was simply confused.

Peace truly was something people could become addicted to. Among the roots of humanity's vices, war was one that could never truly be resolved.

But when the pain of war became too severe, when people grew weary of it, peace would emerge, healing the wounds left behind by prolonged