After Fugaku left, Uchiha Nobunaga looked at his nephew. Thank goodness for this child, or things really would have become troublesome. Once cracks appeared in certain matters, they were not so easy to mend. Especially when it came to his own son—he was so proud that, aside from his older brother, he looked down on everyone his age.
"Uncle, I'm sure you've guessed what I'm thinking. We should begin involving little Fugaku in decision-making. This concerns the rise and fall of the Uchiha Clan.
"If little Fugaku takes the wrong path, it will be a catastrophic disaster for our clan. We want him to step out of the Uchiha Police Force partly because Jiraiya has the potential to become a renowned teacher and is an excellent instructor. The other reason is merely to show goodwill toward Konoha. We do not intend to raise an obedient clan head."
Just then, Fugaku returned. He knew there must be something important to discuss, so he had not delayed for even a moment before rushing back. This was the first time his father had allowed him to participate in such a high-level decision.
He was no fool. Recently, his clan's actions had been completely out of character, and the clan's upper ranks had heaped praise upon his older brother. There was no doubt about it—his brother had played a decisive role in policy-making, especially in determining the clan's direction.
His older brother really was some kind of freakish all-round genius. He could even grasp politics without a teacher. Yes, without a teacher. If the Uchiha had even one or two political geniuses, would they have ended up as passive as they were today?
The clan's bloodline limit was simply too powerful. So powerful that most clan members, himself included, did not like using their