Genya turned to Shisui and Itachi.
"Shisui, Itachi."
"After all these years, tell me..."
He looked at the row of elders and their clan head, all standing with their heads lowered.
"What exactly have the Uchiha clan meetings been about?"
"And what good have they done?"
Shisui and Itachi exchanged a glance.
They wanted to say something, but when they opened their mouths, they found they had no answer.
The Uchiha clan meetings...
Aside from arguments, division, and mutual accusations...
What else was there?
Shisui recalled those long nights.
Spittle flew across the meeting room as the radicals clamored for a coup, the moderates tried feebly to dissuade them, and the neutral faction wavered between the two.
Meanwhile, Clan Head Fugaku simply sat at the head of the table, brow deeply furrowed, saying nothing.
Itachi remembered sitting behind his father, watching their clansmen argue themselves red in the face over petty gains.
Watching the elders scheme against one another for the sake of their factions.
And all he could do was stay silent and sigh inwardly.
What good had those meetings done, other than draining their energy and eroding their unity?
Genya looked at their silent faces...
He turned back to the row of students.
He noticed a few interesting details.
Elder Yashiro was secretly signaling him with his eyes, his meaning unmistakable.
Young Master Genya, give us a way out...
Elder Yakumi was making faces at him, too.
That's enough, that's enough...
Even Fugaku was signaling with his eyes.
Enough, enough. If you keep lecturing me, I'll never be able to face anyone as clan head again...
Genya looked at these elders, who were usually so imposing...
Fine... that's enough.
He waved a hand.
"Enough."
"I don't want to say anything more."
Everyone visibly breathed a sigh of relief.