The enormous training ground was packed with people.
Nearly every member of the Uchiha Clan had arrived.
No one spoke loudly.
Even their whispered conversations were extremely restrained.
Countless eyes converged on the center of the field.
This was an unprecedented event since the founding of the Uchiha Clan.
A public duel that would determine the fate of the entire clan.
"Lord Yao will definitely win!"
"Of course! Only Lord Yao can lead us Uchiha to reclaim everything that should have been ours!"
"Clan Head Fugaku... he's too weak. His era should have ended long ago!"
These hushed whispers, unable to conceal their excitement, surged through the crowd like an undercurrent.
Uchiha Fugaku slowly stepped forward.
He still wore the black crested haori that represented his status as clan head.
Even if he lost, he would lose standing.
This was Uchiha Fugaku's final dignity as clan head.
Almost at the exact moment Fugaku took his position at one end of the field,
an even more intense commotion erupted from the crowd on the other side of the training ground.
Uchiha Yao had appeared.
The way he entered stood in stark contrast to Fugaku's heavy solemnity.
Uchiha Yao wore a simple black combat outfit, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. He looked as relaxed as though he were taking a stroll through his own backyard.
Uchiha Yao's gaze was calm.
He did not even look at Fugaku across from him right away. Instead, he slowly swept his eyes over the sea of clansmen surrounding him.
Wherever his gaze fell, the young Uchiha clansmen excitedly straightened their backs and puffed out their chests.
Uchiha Yao's calmness itself was the most absolute form of dominance.
It was absolute confidence in his own strength.
A thousand meters from the clan compound, within