The handsome man called Benimaru knelt on the ground, humility etched into his very bones.
Gennosuke was pleased with him. Lord Qi would surely like such an eager young man, wouldn't he? The lord was always teaching them that a man's knees were worth gold—but at a crucial moment, you had to know how to cash in.
And Benimaru was just the sort of person who could swallow his pride when the moment called for it!
"Lord Gennosuke, please save us! Those foreign ninjas have gone mad. We can't go on living like this!"
Benimaru knocked his head against the ground with every word, blood staining his forehead. His mournful cries stirred pity in anyone who heard them.
"Benimaru, there's no need for this between us. Just tell me what you need!"
Gennosuke knew what Benimaru wanted, but he still hoped Benimaru would offer the answer he wanted to hear.
It would be best if Benimaru plainly declared that he was willing to follow Gennosuke and lead the Red Eye Clan back to Konoha.
Gennosuke had taught the young man himself. Over six months together, he had invested a great deal of effort in him. As the leader of the Red Eye Clan's new generation, Benimaru had once promised to help Lord Gennosuke lead his clan toward a brighter future.
So Gennosuke had kept hoping that the young man he had placed so much faith in would say those words of his own accord.
"Join the Uchiha Clan and take the Uchiha name!"
Someone who joined a group willingly held a different position from someone who was forced into it.
Gennosuke hoped his half-disciple would find a good place for himself in the years to come. If he made that promise of his own accord, Gennosuke could present it to