In the conference room, Uchiha Gen sat with his eyes closed, waiting for the others to arrive. During that time, he pondered the words of those who had been taken away yesterday.
"Was power really that intoxicating? But you brought nothing into life and took nothing with you in death. What exactly was so appealing about it?"
"And they kept insisting they hadn't betrayed the Uchiha, but... wasn't the Land of Fire also Uchiha territory?"
Yiqiu's purpose yesterday had actually been simple. Seeing that Uchiha Gen had taken control of the Land of Fire and thinking it did not seem that difficult, he had developed some ambitions of his own and wanted to start anew elsewhere.
But when had anything in this world ever been easy? Uchiha Gen had reached this point by relying on foreknowledge. Did Yiqiu really think he could just copy and paste everything, move elsewhere, and assume Gen would not kill him?
"A filthy game... played by filthy people!"
It was not that Uchiha Gen lacked tolerance for others. If Yiqiu had merely taken a group of people to establish a new force, Gen would not have bothered with him at all. But he had also taken the Land of Fire's technology and technical expertise. That was a little harder to justify.
As time went on, conflict with the Land of Fire would inevitably arise. His ideals could not possibly align with Uchiha Gen's. When it came to ideology, Gen was five thousand years ahead.
As time passed, the second meeting proceeded as scheduled. The people in charge entered as though they were being led to execution, then left looking utterly bewildered.
The subject of the second meeting was a new reform policy. Not only was the Land of Fire to be divided into thirteen major