Blood clung to the corner of Uchiha Setsuna's mouth. Rage and murderous intent twisted his aged face, his body trembled uncontrollably, and his breathing grew fast and heavy.
Tekka, standing opposite him, was frighteningly calm. He held a kunai, his gaze cold and hard, undisguised mockery in his eyes.
Did he really think a few taunts could cost me my life?
Uchiha Tekka paid no heed to such a threat.
"Heh. How rare of you to care about me."
His lips twitched, but there was not a trace of warmth in his voice.
"But I'm not like you, with your head full of schemes. All I've ever cared about is whether the Uchiha can rise again."
"As long as the Uchiha grow stronger, I'll accept it even if I'm the one who dies in the end."
Tekka tightened his grip on his kunai, the murderous intent in his eyes growing clearer.
"Unfortunately for you, as far as I'm concerned, the only person who can truly lead the Uchiha to greatness is the man I serve now, Yan Uchiha."
"If he stops trusting me someday, that's a consequence of my own choice. As for a rotten old man like you, you'd best head to the Pure Land sooner rather than later."
"Keeping you in the clan would be the greatest danger of all. The Uchiha finally have a chance to turn things around. We can't let people like you ruin everything again."
At that, his expression turned utterly cold.
"So, get ready."
"Die!"
It was no empty threat.
As a traditional Uchiha, Tekka had his own pride. He wanted neither power within the clan nor flattery from others. As long as the Uchiha could flourish again, he did not care what fate awaited him.
The moment the words left his mouth,