The Uchiha Clan Compound, Setsuna's Mansion, Front Courtyard.
On the spacious Training Ground, Shisui sat at the very front, looking utterly listless, as though nothing before him could hold his interest.
Uchiha Setsuna sat to his left, and Uchiha Yashiro to his right. Eleven Jonin sat behind each of them. As for the fifty-odd other Jonin, they could only stand behind the Jonin they followed, clearly unqualified to take a seat.
The Genin, numbering fewer than a hundred, had even less say in the matter. They could only crowd around the edges.
There was no denying that Uchiha Setsuna's mansion was enormous. The Front Courtyard alone accommodated a full hundred and fifty or sixty people. Even with everyone packed together, the place still felt spacious.
Resting his chin on one hand, Shisui swept his gaze across the vast Training Ground, then turned to the almost outrageously lavish mansion, unable to suppress a surge of emotion.
Uchiha Setsuna's regular income could never have paid for a property of this size.
In Shisui's eyes, Fugaku's residence was already luxurious, befitting the Clan Head. But this was his first visit to Setsuna's Mansion, and one look made Fugaku's home seem positively puny.
The two were not even in the same league.
As for where all that money had come from, the answer was already plain to see.
So when Shisui looked at Setsuna again, he barely bothered to hide the contempt in his eyes.
"The opportunity is right in front of us. Let's just seize power outright."
"I agree. Neither Jin nor the Clan Head has prepared for this. If we deal with them quickly while we have the chance, no one in the clan will be able to stop us."
"Once Yan and Fugaku are dead, everyone else will fall in line.