Chiri agreed that her good grandson should leave Konoha and travel around the Shinobi World to train. When Madara first came up with the idea, he had discussed it with her in detail.
There was no concern at all about his safety.
Chiri knew how strong Madara was. He would probably only be in danger if they did something so heinous along the way that every ninja turned against them.
That might happen if they killed all the daimyos of the Five Great Nations.
She was only worried about whether Madara would know how to look after a child.
After all, he was the clan's most stubborn bachelor. Plenty of older Uchiha had once tried to arrange dates for him.
They had tried with women from their own clan, and with women from other clans. Every attempt had failed, and the matter had eventually been put aside as the era of war dragged on.
The Uchiha women, who had spent their lives surrounded by blood and fire, had hearts as hard as stone. The only thing that could move them was the pain of losing their family.
Leaning against the courtyard, Chiri gazed at the retreating figure, already growing hazy in the dawn. Morning mist clouded her dimming eyes beneath her graying hair. She blinked, raised an arm to wipe it away, and called softly to her good grandson, who was waving at her in the distance. "Take care on the way."
Dawn had arrived, but the stubborn shadows of night still cloaked the land.
Rikusei stood on the distant street, waving goodbye to Grandmother. Thanks to his Sharingan-enhanced vision, he could clearly see the tears she had wiped away through the night. Before he knew it, his own eyes had filled with tears.
Parting was only so they could