Fugaku left.
He felt a little hollow inside, but his sense of reassurance outweighed it.
The Uchiha Clan had produced a genius like Yan, and he happened to be exactly the kind of political operator their clan needed most.
With him around, Fugaku could finally catch his breath as Clan Head.
As for the messes within the clan?
With Konoha High Command no longer meddling, he felt confident enough.
He wouldn't claim he could settle everything for good, but keeping things under control for a while wouldn't be a problem.
After all, he still held the title of Clan Head.
Neither the Radical Faction nor the Moderate Faction would dare get too far out of line.
After Fugaku left, Yan Uchiha washed his face, flopped onto his bed, and went to sleep.
Elsewhere, things were nowhere near as peaceful.
Jin and Fugaku had both gone to bed, but the atmosphere inside the Hokage Building was suffocating.
Inside the Hokage Office.
Hiruzen Sarutobi sat hunched behind his desk, his pipe never leaving his lips as he puffed out cloud after cloud of smoke.
He was thinking things over.
He hadn't taken today's minor setback to heart at all.
What were a mere three ANBU worth?
He cared even less about those Root operatives.
To put it bluntly, even without today's incident, he would have had to personally screw Danzo over anyway.
The reason was simple: Danzo was too sharp a blade.
A weapon in his hands would cut him if its edge grew too keen.
Yan Uchiha's stunt had actually saved him the trouble.
What he was truly pondering now was Jin Uchiha himself.
That was right.
Starting with the thief incident, he had orchestrated the whole thing from beginning to end.
He had only one objective: to test him.
Suppressing