Don't Think of Yourself as Too Clever

"What do you need money for?" Madara looked at Qile before him with great interest, asking out of curiosity.

Although as the head of the clan he possessed boundless wealth, he had never really cared much about money.

In fact, long ago, he had merged his personal wealth with the clan's treasury. Whenever he needed funds, he only had to mention it, and someone would immediately bring the required amount before him.

Hearing Madara's question, Qile answered without hesitation: "I happened to run into two people this afternoon, and they really helped me out a lot, so I intend to treat them to a meal to return the favor."

Upon hearing this, Madara instinctively frowned slightly, then said nonchalantly: "I see. Then tomorrow morning, Yeling, you go find Uchiha Yan; he will naturally give you the money."

Standing to the side, Yeling heard this and hurriedly nodded obediently: "Understood, Clan Leader, I will remember that."

Immediately after, Madara softly instructed Yeling: "One more thing: starting tomorrow, I will be away for a period of time. During this time, you are responsible for supervising Qile's daily training. Report to me when I return."

"I apologize, Clan Leader, this..." Yeling's face showed difficulty, her words trailing off as if she wanted to refuse.

However, before she could finish, Madara cut her off directly: "Ah, forget it, never mind. I will find someone else to watch him."

From beginning to end, Madara did not even ask a single word about who exactly Qile was planning to invite tomorrow.

As a result, Qile, who had already organized his phrasing in his mind, felt the powerlessness of throwing a full-force punch only to hit a soft, fluffy cotton ball.

What made Qile feel even more helpless was that, listening to the baffling and inexplicable conversation between Madara and Yeling, he truly couldn't make heads or tails of it.

Fortunately, the fact that he could successfully get the money was still a good thing.

Just then, a thought suddenly flashed through Qile's mind like lightning—Konoha is still newly established, so surely many things are still in the early stages of development!

For instance, have all the street-side shops even been opened yet?

Thus, taking advantage of the moment Madara and Yeling stopped talking, Qile seized the opportunity and quickly asked: "Clan Leader, I wonder if our clan has any plans to invest within Konoha?"

"Invest?" Hearing this term, Madara frowned slightly, a look of confusion appearing on his face as he repeated it softly.

He then gathered his thoughts and slowly explained: "To my knowledge, our Uchiha clan has not yet taken any such actions. However, since we are one of the founding families of Konoha, the entire street in front of our clan gates belongs to the Uchiha."

"Oh, so that's how it is!" A flash of excitement crossed Qile's eyes as he hurriedly interjected, "In that case, would you consider launching some investment activities within Konoha?

For example, how about purchasing a few more streets? After all, the clan's funds sitting idle there don't serve much purpose.

Moreover, based on my observations over this period, housing prices in Konoha are bound to show a continuous upward trend, which will surely bring generous returns in the future!"

As he said this, Qile spoke rapidly and excitedly, as if he had discovered a treasure, seemingly seeing a beautiful prospect unfolding before his eyes.

However, Madara just looked at Qile expressionlessly and replied in a calm tone: "When we founded Konoha together with the Senju clan, we established a rule—no clan may own the property rights to more than one street. Therefore, your proposal is not feasible."

Having said this, Madara paused, staring at Qile with deep, sharp eyes, and continued: "Furthermore, don't forget that we Uchiha are a large clan. Even if you and I might not be adept at certain things, as long as there are enough clansmen, there will always be someone capable of handling the corresponding affairs.

Therefore, do not be self-righteous or think yourself clever. Enough, no more talk of irrelevant matters; go take your medicinal bath."

After speaking, Madara turned and left, leaving Qile standing in place, looking thoughtfully at his departing back.

In particular, that remark about not thinking himself clever had instantly woken him up.

Ever since he accidentally transmigrated into this Ninja World, he had felt as if he were playing a first-person perspective Hokage game.

Every person appearing before him seemed like an NPC in a game, while he felt like the unique protagonist of this world.

However, just now, the words spoken by Uchiha Madara struck his mind like a thunderclap, instantly jolting him awake from his illusory perception of the game.

It made him realize that this was not just a simple game, but a brand-new, irreversible life journey!

At this moment, Yeling, standing to the side, was staring intently at the dazed Qile, a trace of deep worry appearing in her beautiful eyes.

Finally, unable to suppress her inner concern, Yeling asked softly: "Are you alright? Is there something wrong with your body?"

Hearing Yeling's caring inquiry, Qile slowly returned to his senses, a faint smile appearing on his face as he shook his head slightly to indicate he was fine.

Then, he replied in a soft yet firm voice: "Don't worry, I'm fine. I just suddenly realized a few things."

Seeing the smile return to Qile's face, Yeling still felt a bit of concern, but seeing his expression had returned to normal, she felt slightly relieved.

Thus, she tentatively suggested: "In that case, shall I take you to take your medicinal bath now?"

To Yeling's suggestion, Qile nodded without hesitation: "Yes, alright. But before that..." After a brief pause, he looked at Yeling with focused eyes and continued: "Yeling, from now on, remember to wake me up a bit earlier. I plan to practice hand seals early every morning."

"Understood, don't you worry." Yeling replied gently, but just as her voice fell, she suddenly seemed to discover something extremely shocking, standing frozen in place before letting out an exclamation: "Ah! Your eyes!"

Only then did Yeling notice that Qile's eyes had changed at some point.

The once ordinary pupils had now transformed into a Single Tomoe Sharingan. The deep, scarlet hue seemed to contain endless power and secrets, making one unable to help but be drawn in by just a single glance.

Qile did not seem surprised by Yeling's shock; he slowly raised his hand and gently brushed over his eyes.

Then, he lowered his head slightly and muttered to himself: "To think I've awakened them..."

His voice was not loud, but it carried a trace of indescribable complexity—surprise, confusion, and a hint of imperceptible worry.