"Hey, calm down, Sasuke. You're the Uchiha Clan's leader now. What you say represents your entire clan."
Tetsuya stood up, walked over to Sasuke, and patted his shoulder.
"The Uchiha Clan isn't anyone's blade. You're part of the Shinobi World Federation.
If I treated your clan as a blade to wield too, how would that be any different from staying in Konoha?
You'd just have traded one wielder for another.
Besides, they're just a bunch of overseas remnants from the Land of Sky. They're nothing to write home about. We can handle them however we like."
He wasn't just saying that. He genuinely hadn't been using the Uchiha Clan as a blade.
After all, with his current strength, needing the Uchiha Clan to act as his blade would have been downright beneath him.
And those overseas remnants from the Land of Sky really weren't anything impressive.
He figured that, if he gave permission, Deidara and the others who had landed on the island first could wipe those guys out. It would just take a little longer.
After all, of those four, Sasori had explicitly demonstrated the power to destroy a nation. His Performance of a Hundred Puppets was practically made for mowing down small fry.
And Deidara's explosive art would have no trouble wiping out a large island nation where there was nowhere to run.
That left only Hidan and Kisame without much in the way of large-scale killing power.
But Hidan was immortal, and once Kisame fused with Samehada, his chakra was practically inexhaustible underwater. A few remnants from the Land of Sky were no match for either of them.
"Mr. President!"
Sasuke looked at Tetsuya, overwhelmed with gratitude.
The Uchiha Clan owed the President far too much. They could never repay him. Never.
First, he had saved a