This Clan Head Was Way Too Straightforward

The two of them sat down at the tea table.

Jin Uchiha poured each of them a cup of tea, then sat beside him, waiting for Fugaku to continue.

Fugaku's face was set in a rigid expression.

Looking at the younger man before him, he felt a little dazed.

It felt as if he were sitting across from someone from the Nara Clan rather than an Uchiha, someone who planned everything out before making a move.

That was right.

His decisiveness might have been lacking, but he still had a good eye for people.

From his very first encounter with Jin Uchiha, he could tell this young man was nothing like the other Uchiha.

After a brief silence, he finally spoke.

"This might be a little presumptuous."

"But the Mangekyō Sharingan is far too important to our clan."

"I need to see your Mangekyō Sharingan first before deciding how to proceed with this conversation."

He certainly didn't beat around the bush.

And just as he had said, the Mangekyō Sharingan represented the pride of the Uchiha.

Even with Jin Uchiha's record of killing the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, Fugaku couldn't promise him anything without confirming it with his own eyes.

Jin Uchiha nodded.

Without another word, he activated his Mangekyō Sharingan.

Even though Fugaku had mentally prepared himself, the sight of those eyes still sent a shiver through his entire body.

That cold, oppressive sensation was unmistakable. It really was the Mangekyō Sharingan.

"All right, you can put it away." Fugaku drew a restrained breath, then spoke plainly. "In our Uchiha Clan, the strongest have always had the final say."

"I also know you've had some unpleasant experiences in the clan. I don't expect you to make peace with the Radical Faction."

"Those with ability rise, and those