Mikoto glanced sideways and lowered her head slightly. At that moment, Fugaku on the stage seemed to hear Mirai's voice. He raised his brows and nodded earnestly at him.
In a sense, Mirai and Fugaku were fellow clansmen as well.
"It's begun!"
Moments later, with a loud announcement, the chaotic battle for the position of Elm Fortress clan head began!
Strange.
In the arena, several people shut and opened their eyes, their pupils turning scarlet as three tomoe slowly spun within them.
Even within the Elm Fortress clan, those capable of awakening the Three-Tomoe Sharingan were undoubtedly true elites.
Yet without such a foundation of strength, it was impossible to contend for the position of clan head.
Soon, the people in the arena collided. For a time, all manner of exquisite combat techniques and evasive maneuvers appeared in succession.
It was undoubtedly a splendid match, but to Mirai, the level was a little too low. He paid little attention to the course of the battle, instead watching the terminally ill Uchiha clan head.
His expression was calm. No ordinary person could tell that his life was nearing its end.
His gaze was tranquil, without the slightest worry.
Sure enough, after several minutes, people fell one after another in the arena. In the end, Uchiha Fugaku emerged victorious, which came as no surprise.
"Whew..."
His breathing was somewhat hurried. After all, he had defeated his opponents one after another. Even if he was stronger than them, it did not mean he had expended nothing.
Fugaku stood quietly at the front, then swept his gaze across every corner of the arena. Anger and pride radiated uncontrollably from this young man in his twenties.
Without a doubt, he had become the new head of the Elm Fortress clan.
Watching from beneath the arena,