Night Faction, Officially Established!

Behind the desk, Fugaku went numb, as if he had been hit with a petrification technique on the spot.

Nohibi, still kneeling on one knee, finally came to his senses.

Holy shit!

That was reckless!

Ye was only seven years old, at most!

No matter how monstrous his talent was, he was still just an undeveloped sapling!

His original plan had been to wait until this only seedling turned eighteen, evolved his Two-Tomoe Sharingan into a Mangekyo, and possessed enough strength to completely suppress all of Konoha.

Then, he would raise his arm in a rallying cry, lead his people straight into the Hokage Building, and crown him on the spot.

But today's shock had been too much. In a moment of brainless impulse, he had spilled all his trump cards the instant he walked in?

Wasn't that just putting Ye over a fire to roast?

If those old schemers in Konoha found out, wouldn't they start pulling every dirty trick imaginable?

Slap!

Nohibi raised a hand and gave himself an exceptionally crisp smack across the face.

He truly had not held back. Five bright-red finger marks instantly appeared on his cheek.

Nohibi slapped his thigh in frustration, wishing he could sew shut this useless, leaky mouth of his right there and then.

Watching Nohibi's baffling act of self-harm, Fugaku's eyelid twitched wildly.

The worldview shattered by the words "pass the position to a seven-year-old" was forcibly pieced back together.

He let out a long sigh and rubbed his brow in exhaustion.

Forget it. There was no point arguing with a lunatic.

In the Uchiha Clan, anyone who awakened the Sharingan was more or less mentally unstable.

At best, they became severely obsessive. At worst, they went mad on the spot.

There were more people in clan history who had