Feeding Uchiha Madara Chicken Soup for the Soul

Uchiha Madara held a grudge, especially since he viewed the attack on their clan grounds as the catalyst for all these tragedies.

If not for that incident, perhaps his father would not have taken such reckless actions.

That evening, Uchiha Madara arrived at Uchiha Yang's courtyard. As soon as he stepped inside, he saw his cousin lying on a rocking chair, the entire yard brightly lit.

"Revenge..."

"Come to me, let's not talk business for now."

"Go prepare dinner; tonight, I intend to have a good drink with our newly appointed clan head."

Uchiha Yang cut him off mid-sentence, instructing the maid beside him to prepare the meal.

Uchiha Madara seemed accustomed to this style of hospitality and simply lay down on the adjacent rocking chair.

No matter how many times he came here, this rocking chair always managed to help him relax.

Before long, several maids had finished preparing the evening meal.

There were skewers of various meats and sauces on the grill; one should never mistreat oneself when it comes to enjoyment.

At this moment, the sound of his brain complaining echoed in Uchiha Yang's mind.

[Brain: It's over, it's over. I'm going to have to actually think.]

You are my brain, after all. How can you not come up with something as simple as this?

Uchiha Yang felt that if he could think of it, there was no reason his own brain couldn't.

[Sharingan: Brain, didn't you always claim to be smarter than us? How is it that after all this time, you haven't even come up with a mere revenge plan?]

[Ears: That's right, that's right.]

[Legs: Good thing I'm not the brain, hahaha.]

Seeing these guys gloating at its expense, the brain gritted its teeth and racked its thoughts for a revenge plan.

The plan had to be meticulous and secure, and it had to deal a heavy blow to the Uzumaki Clan, letting everyone hostile toward the Uchiha see with their own eyes that no one could withstand the Uchiha's wrath.

They didn't understand anything at all.

This was a heavy responsibility entrusted to it by its master; it had to be perfect. It could not let down the master's trust.

While the brain was still working overtime, its master, Uchiha Yang, had already started devouring skewers.

The aroma of the barbecue gradually filled the courtyard, and Uchiha Madara was not at all reserved, drinking wine as he ate.

Slightly tipsy, Uchiha Yang noticed Uchiha Madara drinking in silence and, moved by a sudden impulse, took a large gulp of wine and spoke.

"Madara, you have something on your mind."

"I do not."

Uchiha Madara could never admit to such a thing and shook his head immediately.

Uchiha Yang felt he should feed Uchiha Madara some "chicken soup for the soul"; a striving young man needed to look the part.

He couldn't afford to be decadent; this concerned his own stable life in the future.

"Don't be lost, don't feel like you can't see the future. Every bit of your effort will be reflected in my life. Only when you are stronger will clansmen like me, who live a simple life, be truly happy."

"The road ahead may have no visible end, and there may be countless forks that leave you unsure where to step."

"There is no so-called guide ahead. Madara, keep walking. Whether the path ahead leads to an abyss or directly to peace, I and Uchiha Izuna will always be behind you."

Uchiha Madara looked up at his cousin, who had always been a common clansman.

He never expected him to say such words, which washed away the confusion in his heart and strengthened his resolve.

Having just taken on the heavy burden of the clan, Uchiha Madara was not yet the deep-thinking schemer he would become in the future.

For now, he was still a young man filled with hot-blooded passion.

If my cousin were a ninja, would he be stronger than me?

A thought suddenly flashed through Uchiha Madara's mind.

But being unable to become a ninja was a hurdle that simply could not be crossed.

What a pity.

A trace of disappointment flickered in Uchiha Madara's heart.

"Thank you, Yang. Your words have strengthened my resolve. I will become stronger and ensure you live a stable, peaceful life."

"Come, drink."

Seeing Uchiha Madara regain his spirit, Uchiha Yang smiled again.

No wonder his boss in his past life loved feeding him chicken soup; it felt absolutely amazing.

"Good, cheers! We won't stop until we're drunk tonight."

Uchiha Yang laughed heartily, and after clinking their cups, he downed his drink in one go, letting the wine spill from the corners of his mouth.

While Uchiha Yang and Uchiha Madara were drinking to their hearts' content, Uchiha Izuna was buried in work at the clan office, handling complex trivialities.

"Strange. Didn't Big Brother say he'd be right back? Why is there no sign of him after all this time?"

Uchiha Izuna looked out the window, his brows knit tightly together.

The great war had just ended, and there were far too many matters for the clan to handle; he was overwhelmed, not even finding time to eat.

Many of these tasks could have been delegated to the elders, but his father had centralized power and stripped them of their authority, concentrating all control in the hands of the clan head.

There were pros and cons to this, and Uchiha Izuna was no fool; he would never hand that power back over.

Uchiha Madara had originally entertained such thoughts, but Izuna had talked him out of it.

After all, this concerned his elder brother's future; only by centralizing power could they unite the strength of all clansmen and pull in the same direction.

Uchiha Izuna also knew that his brother still brooded over the events of the past, and that Senju Hashirama remained a knot in his heart.

If the clan were to go to war with the Senju Clan again and fail, it would be a devastating blow to his brother.

Therefore, no matter when the next war arrived, he had to make perfect preparations for his brother.

Poor Uchiha Izuna had no idea that he had already been forgotten by his brother.

The night was deep, and Uchiha Madara used his chakra to evaporate the drunkenness from his body, instantly becoming clear-headed.

"Yang, give me the revenge plan. It is time to let the Uzumaki Clan know the price of offending the Uchiha Clan."

At the mention of the Uzumaki Clan, a terrifying killing intent flickered in Uchiha Madara's calm eyes.

Uchiha Yang could also have evaporated the alcohol, but Uchiha Madara would have noticed, so he had truly gotten drunk.

Drunken and muddled, Uchiha Yang couldn't hear a word; he simply collapsed onto the rocking chair and fell fast asleep.

"I almost forgot you aren't a ninja."

Seeing this, Uchiha Madara could only instruct the maids to take good care of him; as for the plan, he would have to come back for it tomorrow.

Uchiha Yang slept soundly until dawn, and after drinking a sobering soup, he cast a casual glance at the tabletop.

Yo!

His brain had finally finished the revenge plan after working overtime all night!

[Brain: Master, I have fulfilled the mission and finally completed the plan. I stayed up all night for this.]

[Ears: I can testify; he definitely stayed up all night.]

Uchiha Yang, satisfied, took the revenge plan and handed it to Xia Lian, the maid outside the door.

"Go and give this to Uchiha Madara, and tell him to act according to the plan inside."

"As you command, Master."

Xia Lian respectfully held the plan and quickly left the courtyard.

When Uchiha Madara saw the contents of this revenge plan, he had a feeling—a feeling that it would certainly succeed.