Uchiha Setsuna, watching from far below the stage, wore a fanatical expression.
He clenched his fists, his withered hands gripping his cane tightly.
"Those who follow the Uchiha shall live! Those who defy the Uchiha shall die! Hahahaha! Well said! Wonderfully said!!"
"Yan did not wear the Uchiha clothes of Konoha, but chose the attire of the Warring States era. He has inherited Lord Madara's will and will lead us to restore the Uchiha's glory."
After all these years, the Uchiha had finally produced another "Madara."
Last time, he had made the wrong choice. This time, Uchiha Setsuna would make the most correct choice.
He turned to Uchiha Fugaku and, disregarding Fugaku's complicated emotions, said, "Clan Head Fugaku, go back and prepare the supplies. This may be the Uchiha's best—and final—chance."
Uchiha Fugaku nodded, then left.
A day later, on a bright and sunny morning.
Konoha held a funeral for heroes such as Sarutobi Hiruzen, who had fallen during the Konoha Crush Plan.
At the same time, Orochimaru, the one who had launched the Konoha Crush Plan, would receive his final judgment.
At the funeral, everyone wore black, their expressions solemn.
Uchiha Yan was once again responsible for speaking.
It all felt perfectly natural, as though everyone had tacitly accepted this arrangement.
All eyes turned toward him.
Uchiha Yan controlled his expression perfectly, his face filled with grief.
He wiped away a nonexistent tear from the corner of his eye and said, "The Third was a truly great Hokage. Even at the moment of his death, he was still fighting to protect Konoha. He was also kind and treated others with warmth."
"But!" His tone abruptly changed. "A sewer rat like Danzo exploited the Third's kindness and trust, colluding with Sunagakure and Orochimaru to launch the Konoha Crush Plan."
"Perhaps