The Only Decent Uchiha

Ye was completely unaffected and continued gnawing on his lamb chop.

Madara's chopsticks hung steadily in midair as his Rinnegan sized Nohibi up and down twice.

In the Warring States Era, the title of heroic lord was bestowed only upon Zetsu absolute powerhouses capable of leading an entire clan.

"You're one of the clan's elites. Why are you using such an honorific for a brat barely in his teens?"

Nohibi stood ramrod straight. Meeting the gaze of the Shinobi World's Asura, he did not retreat in the slightest. Instead, the fervent light in his eyes burned even brighter as every word rang out with conviction.

"Lord Madara! Young Master Ye possesses astonishing strength, and his methods are as swift and decisive as thunder!"

"He is a genius the Uchiha have not seen in ten thousand years! I am willing to follow him with my life! I firmly believe that he will lead our clan back to the pinnacle of the Shinobi World!"

Madara stared at Nohibi for three breaths.

Under the Rinnegan's scrutiny, the boy's undisguised loyalty and fanaticism were impossible to conceal.

The icy chill of his appraisal vanished in an instant, and Madara threw back his head and burst into hearty laughter.

His broad hand rose and landed heavily on Nohibi's shoulder, making Nohibi's body sink under the blow.

"Good kid! You've got an eye for things, and you've got guts!"

Madara lifted his chin toward the empty seat beside him, rare satisfaction evident in his tone.

"You're the only decent Uchiha I've seen today in this smoke-filled Konoha! Sit down and eat with us."

Nohibi's face flushed red with flattered excitement, and he hurriedly bowed again. "Thank you, Lord Madara, for granting me a seat!"

He carefully perched himself on the edge of the chair, only daring