Fugaku sat back a little, tension leaving his spine as he leaned forward a little. Emotionally, this might be a relief, but logistically, this was a nightmare. Of course he would have to offer the position to Sasuke next, but is Sasuke didn't want it?

And Itachi did know something of the inner workings of the clan by now, so training a new heir would be mostly from scratch. Fugaku could forget retiring any time soon, not that he was planning on it, but it seemed like something he should complain about now. Fugaku resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. He should be glad his son had brought this up himself. At least he hadn't waited another five years. Fugaku almost got up and pulled out his sake stash, but that might send the wrong message. Anyway, he was supposed to drink less. And work less. He and Mikoto could have a drink later.

Fugaku wouldn't ask if Itachi had a replacement in mind. He didn't think Itachi knew any of the Uchiha his age well enough to discern who would be a good leader.

"I only request you remain heir on paper until your successor is found to avoid any..." Riots. Awakening of nasty political agendas. Or, rather, a re-awakening. Or stupid suggestions on how to best choose the next heir. "Unpleasantness. It will also allow you and your....partner some peace. For a time." Fugaku weighted the word partner and waited to see if Itachi would supply a name.