Mind Your Spirit, Don't Lose Face~

Indra glanced at Fugaku Uchiha's face, which looked like it belonged to a man in his thirties, and thoroughly agreed with what Mikoto had said.

"Indeed, he looks mature, and he's quite steady too."

Fugaku Uchiha might have been a little ugly, but his face did have its advantages. It gave people the impression of being mature beyond his years and dependable.

A young and handsome face like Indra's, on the other hand, gave people the impression that he was too young and immature.

Having cultivated the Six Treasury Immortal Thieves to a profound level, he would no longer age. He had looked this way two years ago, and he still looked this way now.

Hearing Indra and Mikoto whispering among themselves, Fugaku Uchiha's face darkened like the bottom of a pot.

What did they mean, he looked mature? He was handsome in a distinctive way. Did they know nothing about appreciation?!

With anger bottled up inside him, Fugaku Uchiha could only stare at Indra, feeling both aggrieved and furious.

Five minutes passed, and the entrance to the Uchiha Shrine was already packed with people.

Outside were mostly Uchiha Clan members who had not awakened their Sharingan. Only those who had awakened it could enter the shrine and take part in this meeting.

All twenty-three Jonin of the Uchiha Clan, along with the Elder Council, had gathered in the core area of this meeting.

Seeing that everyone had arrived but that the elders still had not moved, Indra tapped the tabletop and calmly reminded them, "No more waiting. It's about time. Let's begin."

Indra's voice was like a stone falling into a lake, stirring ripple after ripple.

An Uchiha elder unaffiliated with any faction immediately rose in haste and announced to everyone, "Today marks the fifteenth year since the position