Entrustment (2)

"Hmm! From now on, I entrust them to you."

Uchiha Raimon finally smiled, as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

"Yukino, as well as Lingyue, I entrust them both to you!"

"Hmm, you can rest assured and leave it to me! No matter what, I will do my utmost to keep Yukino safe! Hmm? Wait, wait, wait, Lingyue too? Hold on, is there some mistake?" Uchiha Tenshu patted his chest and promised solemnly.

However, he stopped mid-sentence.

Uchiha Tenshu suddenly heard a slight sound.

Immediately, his eyes widened, and his face filled with confusion.

Wasn't it only Yukino?

How did another one appear?

To this, Uchiha Raimon laughed and scolded, "You brat, just be happy about it! The sisters don't want to be separated, so I'm leaving them both for you to take care of!"

In reality, Uchiha Raimon knew that his own body would only last another two or three years at most.

In such a short time, if there was truly no way to heal Yukino's body.

Then, Yukino's fate was already sealed!

How could he trade her half-life for Uchiha Tenshu's entire life?

Even as a father.

He could not bring himself to act so selfishly.

What's more...

Compared to other members of the clan, only Uchiha Tenshu is worthy of my absolute trust, Uchiha Raimon thought to himself.

He knew well that after he passed, even if he left behind a vast estate, it would be difficult to properly care for his two daughters.

After all, the Uchiha clan had always valued strength above all else.

Though they cherished family and kin, when it came to balancing public and private interests, they would always choose the strong.

When that time came, without him, his lineage would surely be treated like a soft persimmon, easily crushed and suppressed by all sides.

Based on Uchiha Raimon's understanding of his two daughters—not to mention his younger daughter being bedridden, and his elder daughter Lingyue, who, despite her outstanding talent for cultivation, was naive in the ways of schemes and calculations—forcing the family business upon them would only invite greater danger.

However.

Giving up all power did not mean safety.

On the contrary, it would lead to an even more perilous situation.

Even if Uchiha Raimon did not fully grasp the principle that the further one is from power, the easier one is to be discarded, he still understood the dangers involved.

Therefore.

To ensure their safety, I hope you can forgive my selfishness.

Only a person like Uchiha Tenshu could hold this situation together and deal with all the dangers.

Unfortunately, Yukino's health was poor, so to ensure Tenshu would be more dedicated, he had no choice but to include Lingyue!

In this way.

He could entrust everything to Uchiha Tenshu.

"In short, everything is left to you!" Uchiha Raimon's voice was low and firm as he spoke again, as if he had repeated these words in his heart countless times.

His gaze was fixed on the distance, as if he could see a future he longed for through the scene before him.

It was a future filled with beauty.

A future where both Yukino and Lingyue could live happily.

After saying this.

Without waiting for Uchiha Tenshu to answer.

Uchiha Raimon slowly raised his hand and waved it gently.

This seemingly casual gesture was like a signal—a signal that only he and his most loyal death-sworn subordinates could understand.

In an instant, the air seemed to ripple, and a black shadow streaked over like lightning.

This figure was as fast as a gale, arriving at Uchiha Raimon's side in the blink of an eye.

With a "swish," the black shadow landed steadily on the ground, revealing his true appearance.

His body was tightly wrapped in a black, form-fitting suit, as if he were one with the darkness. He wore a mask on his head, revealing only a pair of sharp eyes that betrayed coldness and ruthlessness. A dark short blade was strapped to his back; even without being drawn, it exuded an extraordinary pressure.

Jonin level, and not just an ordinary Jonin! Uchiha Tenshu marveled inwardly, his gaze locked tightly on the person before him, as if trying to see through his exterior to his inner strength and potential.

Uchiha Raimon pointed to the death-sworn subordinate known as Ash and said to Uchiha Tenshu, "This is Ash, my loyal subordinate and the blade that serves only me!"

Then.

Uchiha Raimon first looked at Uchiha Tenshu, then pointed to Ash at his side. "From today on, you will be my successor, and he will be the master you must serve in the future."

"And you must show him the same absolute loyalty you have shown me," Uchiha Raimon said, looking at Ash.

"Do you understand!"

"Yes, My Lord!"

Ash nodded, his voice dull yet carrying a tone of absolute certainty as he looked toward Uchiha Tenshu.

"Lord Tenshu!"

"Mm!"

Uchiha Tenshu also gave a slight nod to show he understood.

He knew this was Uchiha Raimon's trust and expectation in him, as well as an acknowledgment of Ash's own capabilities.

"Go check on Yukino and the others first!" After Uchiha Raimon finished speaking, he turned without hesitation and began walking toward the study with Ash in tow.

Uchiha Tenshu watched their receding figures, understanding in his heart that Uchiha Raimon was about to begin handling this incident.

He intended to inform the clan elders of the matter, ensuring they understood the gravity of the situation and were prepared to respond.

After all, no one knew what kind of schemes that cunning and treacherous Tobirama Senju might employ next.

If they did not take precautions in advance, there was no telling if others in the clan might end up like him, secretly murdered by Uchiha Ming.

Therefore, even if they could not completely eradicate the traitor Uchiha Ming, they had to make the elders recognize the situation, distinguish friend from foe, and realize the hidden danger lurking within the clan.

Only in this way could the clan remain stable and secure in the days to come.

Meanwhile.

After Uchiha Raimon had left.

Wait! With such a major incident involving Elder Raimon, Yukino and the others will surely ask questions. How am I supposed to answer?

What do I do now! Uchiha Tenshu felt as if his heart had been struck by a heavy hammer, leaving him at a loss.

How should I tell Yukino and the others? Do they know yet? Uchiha Tenshu thought of the departed Elder Uchiha Raimon, his face filled with distress.

A long while passed.

"Forget it, I'll just act as I always do!"

Uchiha Tenshu finally let out a slow sigh of relief.

However, beneath Uchiha Tenshu's seemingly relaxed expression, his mood did not lighten; instead, it grew increasingly heavy.

His gaze drifted involuntarily toward the staircase at the corner leading to the castle, as if the path ahead were fraught with difficulty.

But just as he hesitated, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. He recalled the time he had spent in this castle—the familiar corridors, rooms, and corners all seemed to be calling out to him. He remembered a little darling with naturally soft, delicate white hair and a gentle voice, constantly calling out, "Brother Tenshu, Brother Tenshu."

With that, Uchiha Tenshu took another deep breath, steadied himself, and resolutely began to walk toward the stairs.

Uchiha Tenshu's footsteps were light and steady, as if he knew every corner of this castle like the back of his hand.

After only a few turns, he found the most familiar room within the luxurious and complex castle.

The door stood quietly, exuding an air of warmth and intimacy.

Sigh! Uchiha Tenshu sighed to himself and gently pushed the door open. The hinges let out a faint creak, as if the castle itself were welcoming his return.

Inside the room, the air was filled with a warm and reassuring scent.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a glow over the luxurious solid wood bed, where the pristine white quilt lay spread out as soft as a cloud.

On this comfortable bed lay a small figure.

She was leaning against the soft headboard, as if her entire body were enveloped by its comfort. Her pillow was covered by a cascade of silky, white hair. Her hands, fair and delicate, slowly turned the pages of a book.

The little girl's face was very pale, as fragile as porcelain, yet she possessed a pair of large, pitch-black eyes like deep lakes, revealing a kind of sickly beauty.

Her eyelashes were thick and curled, fluttering slightly like butterfly wings, adding a touch of vitality to her face.

Her lips were pale, with just a hint of rosiness.

This was Uchiha Yukino.