In Lingyue's eyes, her family already had three Kage-level fighters.
With Hashirama Senju, the God of Shinobi, dead, and Madara Uchiha, the Asura of the Ninja World, gone, who in the entire ninja world could possibly threaten them?
At that thought, Uchiha Lingyue could not help thinking to herself, That Second Hokage's strength is nothing special. We might as well storm the Hokage Office Building and take that damn position for the Uchiha Clan.
Uchiha Tenshu immediately stopped Uchiha Lingyue from pursuing those thoughts.
But clearly, although she abandoned the idea after Uchiha Tenshu talked her down, she had no intention of hiding herself during their days in Konoha.
Or rather, this was the true Uchiha.
Someone like Uchiha Tenshu
was instead an oddity among the Uchiha.
Fortunately, as a ninja, even if it went against one's nature, one still needed to maintain a ninja's discipline.
Uchiha Lingyue merely sighed over it.
She did not do anything unnecessary.
The Ninja Academy stood like a sacred hall.
On the vast training ground, groups of graduating ninjas stood in neat ranks like well-drilled soldiers.
Their gazes burned as they stared fixedly at the Second Hokage on the podium, as though listening to teachings that would determine their fates.
Though they were only around ten years old, in this ninja world, they were already capable of fighting and easily taking lives.
At either side of the podium, the clan heads and elders of the major families stood quietly as though surrounded by stars. Their presence lent an added solemnity to the speech.
As the first batch of students to graduate from the five-year Ninja Academy program, they represented Konoha's fresh blood. They also marked Konoha Shinobi Village's formal beginning of accepting commoners as ninjas, opening a path that had once belonged solely