Facing Yuu's ever-calm gaze, Fugaku found himself unable to say the words on his lips. In the end, he let out a helpless sigh and said:
"I know about Chief He's proposal."
"You should become the clan head, Senior Fugaku."
Uchiha Yuu turned to stare at the lake. The rippling surface reflected their figures. Pointing at the floating bridge ahead, he said:
"That was where you taught me ninjutsu back then. So when it truly matters, the Uchiha Clan will still need Lord Fugaku to hold it up, while I quietly help the Uchiha Clan from the shadows."
Seeing that Uchiha Yuu had no interest whatsoever in a position practically within reach, Fugaku could not help asking himself whether he could truly preserve the Uchiha Clan's strength if he became clan head.
"Thank you."
Fugaku looked at the water, as though the events of those days were right before his eyes. Yet this time, it was Yuu helping him.
Having finished discussing the main matter, Uchiha Fugaku recalled the Hawk Faction members he had seen before arriving, as well as the matter of the Great Elder. He said:
"Oh, there is one more thing. The Great Elder's body may not hold out much longer. Once you are done with this busy period, you should go see him."
"Senior Zhu..."
Yuu thought of that old man. Ever since the Second Shinobi World War ended, Uchiha Zhu had rarely shown himself in public. He had lived through era after era, and now he could finally no longer keep going.
A trace of sorrow welled up in his heart. A violent gust swept in, stirring wave after wave across the lake. Yuu sighed softly and said:
"I'll visit tonight. Senior Fugaku, if you become clan head, do not simply keep giving in. The