Submission

"I... I..."

A chilling killing intent erupted from Uchiha Yue's body, dropping the temperature inside his tent to freezing point.

Once, Uchiha Fugaku had considered himself one of the Uchiha Clan's elite. With the strength of a jōnin, he had been active on the battlefield for a long time. Yet now, faced with the killing intent Uchiha Yue released, Fugaku—who had not been on a battlefield for quite some time—felt himself shrouded in fear. At that moment, he could not even answer Yue's question. His words came out haltingly, and he could not form a single complete sentence.

However, as the Uchiha Clan's patriarch, Uchiha Fugaku had his own pride as well. While using his willpower to resist Yue's icy killing intent, Fugaku's gaze gradually sharpened. Once he finally withstood the assault of Yue's murderous aura, Fugaku raised his brows slightly and asked in return, "Yue-kun, I led the elite forces of our clan here to support you. Aren't you happy?"

"I'm not."

Completely unlike what he and Uchiha Fugaku had discussed, Uchiha Yue's attitude was exceptionally resolute, as though they stood on the verge of a complete break.

But just as Uchiha Fugaku sensed that the atmosphere was off and was about to change the subject to ease the tension, Uchiha Yue sat directly in the seat of honor within the tent. Looking down at Fugaku, he said, "Fugaku-kun, do you know how many hidden dangers could arise from your journey from Konoha to the border front? First, your own safety. Have you considered what would happen to the Uchiha Clan if you were injured or killed on the border front?"

"If you were truly injured on the front lines, rumors could spread through the village the very next second that you had died in battle. At that time,