"Got it." Uchiha Makoto nodded. "Obito, let's go."
"Huh? A meeting?" Obito scratched his head. "But I'm still training..."
"Training, my ass." Uchiha Makoto gave him a smack. "The clan elders summoned you. You dare not show up?"
Obito shrank back. He didn't dare.
The two followed the clansman toward the Uchiha ancestral hall.
On the way, Uchiha Makoto mulled it over. The elders wouldn't suddenly summon them without a reason.
And they had called both him and Obito. He glanced at Obito beside him.
This guy had beaten Asuma, the Hokage's son, just a few days ago. It wasn't big news in Konoha, but word had surely spread throughout the Uchiha Clan.
After all, relations between the Uchiha and the Hokage's faction had always been delicate.
In the elders' eyes, Obito defeating Asuma might symbolize "the Uchiha coming out ahead of the Hokage's faction."
Tch.
Pointless political games.
When they reached the ancestral hall's entrance, Uchiha Makoto spotted someone else.
Shisui.
The kid was standing by the entrance too. Apparently, he had also been summoned.
Uchiha Makoto sneered inwardly.
Well, well. All three of the Uchiha's publicly known "geniuses" were here.
Obito, the "dark horse" who had defeated the Hokage's son.
Shisui, the acknowledged prodigy who had awakened his Sharingan at a young age.
And himself, Orochimaru's disciple and a Genin at seven.
With a lineup like this, they were clearly up to something.
"Senior Cheng, Senior Obito." Shisui nodded in greeting when he saw them.
"Shisui." Uchiha Makoto returned the greeting. "You were called here too?"
"Yes, the clan elders summoned me," Shisui said. "I don't know what it's about."
"We'll find out inside."
The three entered the ancestral hall. The light inside was dim.
Several rows of candles burned, their flames flickering and casting twisted shadows on