The domineering Uchiha drove the Third Hokage mad!

After Minato Namikaze left, a stifling silence returned to the office tent.

Occasionally, the groans of the wounded and the shouts of medical ninjas could be heard outside the tent, but these sounds seemed to be blocked out by an invisible barrier.

The Eighth Hokage of Uchiha tapped his aged fingers lightly on the table: "Mitsumine, you shouldn't have acted so rashly just now. You need to be more careful in the future."

Although his tone was calm, his sharp gaze was like a knife, each word like a heavy hammer blow to Uchiha Mitsunori's heart.

Uchiha Mitsunori felt a tightness in his throat; he certainly understood what the Eighth Elder meant.

He had spoken to the eighth elder before.

After the war ends, in order to support Minato Namikaze's rise to power, the Konoha leadership will inevitably go to great lengths to promote and glorify him, portraying him as a savior. At that time, when they reveal the truth about the Kannabi Bridge incident, Minato Namikaze's heroic aura will lose the public's trust and completely collapse.

Now that he has driven away Minato Namikaze and revealed this trump card, he will have one less reliance in the future.

Uchiha Mitsunori pondered for three seconds: "Last night, we fought 4000 Iwagakure ninja against over 6000, and even captured more than 5000. Today, the Third Tsuchikage, Onoki, came to sign the surrender document and promised to bring 300 billion ryo this afternoon. In such a short time, I reversed the tide of battle... and gained numerous honors... so I've become a bit carried away... I believe everyone can understand, and I'll be more careful in the future!"

Seeing the sincerity of Uchiha Sanfeng's attitude in admitting his mistakes, the Eighth Elder Uchiha's gaze softened slightly.

They were at a disadvantage before, so they needed some leverage and trump cards.

Now that they have defeated Iwagakure, their achievements surpass those of Minato Namikaze, and the truth about Kannabi Bridge is no longer relevant.

He warned Uchiha Mitsunori because he was young and wanted to prevent him from developing an arrogant and conceited personality.

No one took the little incident to heart.

Uchiha Hachimoku stroked his beard and turned his gaze to the sand table in the center of the tent, where the layout of last night's battle was still preserved.

"Now that Iwagakure has surrendered, we'll get the money by noon. But what should we do after releasing the more than 5000 Iwagakure prisoners?" The voice of the Eighth Elder Uchiha carried a hint of confusion.

The clan chief Kazami tapped nervously on the rim of his teacup, muttering, "Yes, our war with Iwagakure is over. Now... what should we do?"

The surface of the water in the teacup trembled slightly, reflecting his furrowed brows.

All eyes turned to Uchiha Fugaku, since he was the commander-in-chief at the front.

Fugaku Uchiha stood in front of the sand table, his hands behind his back, his three-tomoe Sharingan slowly rotating.

He stared intently at the sand table, as if analyzing every detail on it.

Everything changed after Uchiha Sanfeng returned from gathering intelligence yesterday.

Originally, the base was short of supplies, and they all planned to withdraw the front-line base back to the border of the Land of Fire.

However, after various analyses and plans by the Uchiha Triumvirate, they actually managed to defeat Iwagakure. Now, they have not only captured more than 5000 Iwagakure ninja, but have also successfully demanded 300 billion ryo in war reparations.

Happiness came too quickly and changed too quickly, leaving Fugaku Uchiha unsure of what to do next!

Fortunately, he was the clan chief and the frontline commander-in-chief. He could be without ideas, but his subordinates had to be.

So he shifted the blame, saying, "Sanfeng, what do you think?"

All eyes inside the tent turned to Uchiha Mitsunaga.

This young ninja, only sixteen years old, displayed astonishing tactical talent in last night's battle.

Uchiha Mitsunori unconsciously straightened his back, inwardly cursing, "I'm just a company commander, you guys are the real bosses. What are you all looking at me for? Uchiha Fugaku doesn't want to use his brain, so he dumps the problem on me. I'll just throw it back at him!"

"What we do next depends on whether Clan Chief Fugaku intends to become the Fourth Hokage! If the clan chief doesn't want to become the Fourth Hokage, then after we get the 300 billion ryo, we'll split the money and go back to Konoha to enjoy a peaceful life. After all, given Clan Chief Fugaku's current achievements, the Konoha higher-ups certainly won't let him make any more contributions."

Uchiha Mitsunori's words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples in everyone's hearts.

Becoming Hokage is the dream of countless Uchiha clan members.

Silence fell over the tent as everyone silently reassessed themselves: Uchiha Mitsunori, that guy really dares to say anything!

Having not received the answer he wanted, Fugaku Uchiha was not about to let him off easily.

He frowned slightly and said, "Sanfeng, tell me your true thoughts!"

Uchiha Mitsumine took a deep breath, looked directly into Fugaku's eyes, and asked, word by word, "Clan Head Fugaku, do you... really want to become... the Fourth Hokage?"

This question was like a sharp sword piercing Fugaku Uchiha's heart.

He had thought about this question, but not in detail.

His pupils contracted slightly, and his Sharingan with three tomoe involuntarily began to rotate.

Inside the tent, the high-ranking members exchanged surprised glances. Uchiha Yatsuho's hand unconsciously tightened around the corner of the table, revealing his inner turmoil.

The clan chief narrowed his eyes, seemingly reassessing the young man's courage.

Fugaku Uchiha frowned even deeper: "What price must I pay if I want to become Hokage?"

Upon hearing this, Uchiha Mitsunori was as clear-headed as a mirror, keenly sensing the wavering in Fugaku's tone.

Fugaku Uchiha's question can be interpreted as: if the price to pay is small, then I'll give it a try to become the Fourth Hokage. If the price is too high, then I'll give up. This indicates that his belief in becoming the Fourth Hokage wasn't very strong.

He looked around, his gaze lingering on each person's face for a moment.

The eighth elder's palm pressed against the table, veins bulging slightly; the Kazami clan leader appeared calm, but water from his teacup spilled onto the table unnaturally; the Kurama clan leader stared intently at the sand table, as if the answer lay hidden there.

"With our current achievements, we are qualified to be the successor to the Fourth Hokage. But if we want more support, we must go to the Hidden Mist battlefield. The problem is that Hiruzen Sarutobi and his group will not agree to our support for the Hidden Mist battlefield. We also need to prevent them from causing trouble and hindering our progress. So if we want to go to the Hidden Mist battlefield, we can only go against Hiruzen Sarutobi and his group."

Excitement gleamed in the eyes of the Eighth Hokage, and his three-tomoe Sharingan unconsciously activated.

He slammed his hand on the table excitedly and stood up: "Sanfeng! If we follow your plan, what are our chances of winning?"

Uchiha Mitsunori answered without hesitation: "Seventy percent. The key lies in whether we can achieve a swift victory on the Hidden Mist battlefield. If it drags on too long, Hiruzen Sarutobi and Danzo Shimura will have enough time to interfere."

Fugaku Uchiha closed his eyes, and the faces of his wife Mikoto and young Itachi appeared in his mind.

If he chooses the conservative approach, he can at least ensure the safety of his family; but if he chooses the radical approach, if successful, the Uchiha clan will gain unprecedented status, but if he fails... he will either die on the battlefield of Kirigakure, or be surrounded by the Anbu, his blood staining the clan crest... losing everything...