Looking into the other man's ever-calm eyes, Fugaku did not know how to voice the words on the tip of his tongue. In the end, he sighed helplessly and said:
"I know what Clan Head He discussed."
"You should become the clan head, Senior Fugaku."
Uchiha Yū turned to stare at the lake. The rippling surface reflected the two of them. Pointing at the floating bridge ahead, he said:
"That was where you taught me ninjutsu back then. So at critical times, the Uchiha Clan still needs Lord Fugaku to hold it up, while I will quietly help the Uchiha Clan."
It was clear that Uchiha Yū did not care in the slightest about a position that was within easy reach. Fugaku asked himself whether, if he became clan head, he could truly preserve the Uchiha Clan's strength.
"Thank you."
Fugaku looked at the water's surface, as though the events of those years were right before his eyes. But this time, Yū was the one helping him.
Having finished discussing the main matter, Uchiha Fugaku recalled the hawks he had seen before coming here and thought of the Great Elder. "Oh, there is one more thing. The Great Elder's body will not hold on much longer. Once you are done with this busy period, you should go see him."
"Senior Zhu..."
Yū thought of that old man. Ever since the end of the Second Shinobi World War, he had rarely shown himself in public. Uchiha Zhu had lived through one era after another, and now he could finally no longer keep walking.
A trace of sorrow welled up inside him. A fierce gust swept in, stirring wave after wave across the lake. Yū sighed softly. "I will go over tonight. If you become clan head, Senior Fugaku, do not give