A Mangekyo wielder with nothing to lose was an old fox's worst nightmare

Late that night, after finishing his discussion with Shikaku Nara, Fugaku dragged himself back to his room, exhausted.

When he pushed open the door, several Uchiha jonin were already kneeling inside, waiting for him.

As their clan head entered, they all bowed.

"Lord Clan Head."

"Spare me the empty formalities." Fugaku kept his voice low, making it sound especially heavy. "Has Yan woken up yet?"

Right now, everyone was waiting for Yan to open his eyes.

They needed to settle the matter of his Sharingan beyond all doubt.

If he really had awakened the Mangekyo, they had to keep him firmly on their side.

If they delayed too long and the Radical Faction pulled him over, things would become a complete mess.

"Not yet."

The man at the front answered first.

His name was Tsuru Uchiha, an elite jonin and someone whose words carried weight within the Radical Faction.

After a brief pause, he added, "Also, Lord Clan Head, Elder Setsuna sent word. He wants Yan brought back to the clan compound to recuperate."

"I agree that the Mangekyo is far too important to our clan. With Yan still unconscious, leaving him in the Frontline Camp really isn't safe."

"The safest course is to send him back to the village immediately. Only then will he truly be secure."

It had taken the clan so many years to produce another Mangekyo wielder, and Tsuru was more anxious than anyone.

The reasoning was obvious.

Once Yan recovered, he would be one of the Uchiha's foremost fighting forces out in the open.

That was crucial to the entire lineage.

The others beside him voiced their agreement.

Whatever faction they usually supported, they still wanted what was best for the Uchiha.

No one dared take this pair of Mangekyo lightly.

Until he recovered his