Zongyan's loss of composure revealed the opposition in his heart.
He could hardly be blamed for getting so worked up.
The Uchiha had gone from a suppressed shinobi clan in Konoha to the overlords of the shinobi world, occupying seventy percent of its land.
It had been an arduous journey.
Now, at long last, the prospect of unifying the shinobi world was in sight. They could carve the Uchiha name into its history, and Zongyan's own name might even appear in future ninja textbooks.
Of course he was unwilling to stop.
If the person saying this had not been Xuandou, the strongest ninja in the shinobi world in a hundred years and the greatest clan head in the Uchiha Clan's history...
He would have hurled a Great Fireball Technique at him long ago, never mind listening to anything else he had to say.
"Elder Zongyan, don't get worked up. Hear my reasons first."
Xuandou raised his right hand, stopping Zongyan from speaking further, and quietly used genjutsu to suppress his heightened emotions.
He knew why Zongyan was so agitated and felt no displeasure at all.
He merely sat quietly where he was, watching him.
"My apologies, Lord Xuandou. I lost my composure!"
Zongyan took several deep breaths, picked up the tea on the table, and drank it. Once he had calmed down, he sat down.
Xuandou was just about to explain when Zongyan immediately interrupted him.
"You need not explain, Lord Xuandou. As long as it is your order, the Uchiha Clan will accept it in full."
"Because you alone are the heart and soul of our Uchiha."
"If any clansman dares oppose your orders, this old man's stick is no mere decoration."
"I will send word to end our wartime footing and stop gathering war supplies."
Zongyan gritted his