"Grand Elder If something happens, I will take full responsibility."
I looked at him and waited. He didn't disappoint. He let out a long breath and spoke in a tired, almost sorrowful voice.
"Clan Leader Fugaku… do you know how many ninjas we had when we first joined Konoha?"
I hesitated, then answered, "More than two thousand."
He nodded. "And that was after the Senju clan inflicted heavy casualties on us. The Senju had over three thousand shinobi, and look at them now—almost gone. And we aren't much better. Our own numbers have shrunk to less than one thousand."
My expression darkened, but I let him continue.
"The founding clans are withering. Now look at the Sarutobi and Shimura clans. At the village's founding, their combined strength was barely one thousand. And now? Each of them has nearly a thousand shinobi alone."
He rubbed his forehead, speaking with helpless frustration.
"It's clear they're abusing their authority. And I can't do anything about it—not with that witch supporting them, and not with so many small and medium clans siding with them."
He sighed.
"If we follow your plan, they will suspect we're preparing a coup. They'll target our clan even harder, and I fear we'll end up like the Senju."
"But we can't just lie down and wait for death," I countered.
He rubbed his face, visibly distressed. Then, slowly, his eyes hardened with resolve.
"You're right," he said at last. "I approve your plan—and I will give you the key to the clan's treasure… but use those eyes properly. And the second phase of the plan can only be implemented if you have the support of all the elders."
I bowed slightly, accepting his arrangement, then stepped outside and disappeared with a Body Flicker
I returned to the clan shrine and headed straight to the inner chamber. As the new Clan Leader, this was my first time entering the clan treasury.
I used the key to unlock the heavy doors. A pale glow rippled across the chamber as the ancient sealing enchantment dissolved into the air. But a second layer—a red barrier—still guarded the true heritage.
I formed the required hand signs and dispelled it.
The chamber beyond was enormous. Piles of gold and silver bars lined the walls. Bundles of neatly arranged banknotes filled the shelves.
I swallowed hard at the sight. Yet even this wasn't the true wealth.
In one corner, arranged with almost reverent care, lay chakra metal—rarer and far more valuable.
"System," I whispered. "How much gold and silver is here?"
A blue glow scanned the room. When it faded, the system's bored voice echoed.
[Gold: approximately 4 tons.
Silver: approximately 14 tons.
Banknotes equal to 3 tons of gold.
Chakra metal valued at nearly 30 tons of gold.]
I inhaled sharply.
This was the foundation the clan had built over thousands of years of hardship.
And now… all of it would be spent by my hands
A heavy weight settled in my chest. But I steadied myself and walked deeper.
I formed another set of hand signs and opened the gate to the true inheritance. As the doors slid apart, a wave of cold air spilled out.
Inside were rows of jars, each containing a Sharingan. From single tomoe to three tomoe—more than three hundred eyes preserved.
I drew a deep breath. Then my gaze fell upon the only treasures left by Madara himself.
In a small corner lay the Totsuka Blade and the Yata Mirror.
"So this is where my good son, Itachi, gets his weapons…" I murmured, I was unable to hide a thin cold smile as i summoned my Susanoo. Its spectral form rose behind me, and its massive skeletal hand reached forward. The treasures were effortlessly absorbed.
A surge of power erupted through me and I can feel my strength underwent a qualitative transformation.