Chapter 23: I Will Support Your Wife and Children
Seeing this, Fugaku realized why Itachi had asked him earlier if he was performing a crosstalk; turns out the source was here.
After a short while, Fugaku's gaze shifted slightly towards the kitchen, and a beautiful figure emerged, carrying a steaming bowl.
She had her long black hair simply tied into a ponytail, which was as smooth and lustrous as a black silk ribbon, and she was wearing a pink halter-neck apron.
This type of apron is secured by a strap around the neck and also has ties around the waist, a style that effectively protects both the front and back.
Even wearing a simple apron, her elegance was undeniable; her curves flowed like a masterpiece sculpted by nature, a perfect combination of fullness and slenderness that made one marvel at her beauty.
Her unadorned face was no less stunning than some A-list celebrities in his previous life.
Her eyebrows were long and curved like willow leaves, her eyes were gentle, and every movement she made exuded grace and composure.
This was Uchiha Mikoto, Fugaku's wife.
No, from now on, she's my wife.
Fugaku gazed at Uchiha Mikoto without blinking, thinking to himself.
"Let's eat quickly."
Uchiha Mikoto noticed her husband's unwavering gaze from the corner of her eye, but she wasn't surprised; she was past the age of shyness, so she just smiled and urged him to eat quickly.
Fugaku looked down and saw a classic Japanese curry rice, with two other bowls beside it: one containing onion-stewed ribs and another with miso soup sprinkled with green onions.
His gaze was quickly drawn to the bowl of onion-stewed ribs.
A whole, uncut onion.
The aroma was like a mischievous kitten, burrowing straight into his nose.
After taking a bite, Fugaku's eyes lit up; the taste was excellent, very delicious.
Soon, the entire bowl of curry rice was devoured, the ribs eaten, leaving behind a half-eaten onion, and the miso soup completely finished.
Fugaku showed a satisfied expression, having eaten his fill.
"There's more curry rice, should I get you some?"
At this moment, Uchiha Mikoto, who had remained silent throughout his meal, simply kneeling on the tatami and watching him with gentle eyes, spoke.
"No need, I'm full."
Fugaku waved his hand.
Uchiha Mikoto then got up to clear the dishes from the table.
Soon, Uchiha Mikoto emerged from the kitchen again, this time without her apron.
She moved with light, graceful steps, coming to stand behind Fugaku.
The next second, Fugaku felt Uchiha Mikoto's hands on his shoulders, massaging him.
Fugaku knew Uchiha Mikoto would surely ask him what he had done today, so he closed his eyes, enjoying Uchiha Mikoto's massage, while mentally organizing his words, waiting for her to ask.
But to his surprise, Uchiha Mikoto never asked.
He closed his eyes, and scenes of Fugaku and Mikoto's time together flashed through his mind, and his heart relaxed; she truly was a gentle, peerless good woman.
Since Uchiha Mikoto didn't ask first, he decided to speak up.
"Today, I led the clan in a coup."
Seeing Uchiha Mikoto remain silent, he continued: "Everything went smoothly. Probably after tonight, the Village will belong to the Uchiha, and I will assume the position of Fifth Hokage."
He then added: "You don't have to worry about the tense relationship between the Village and the Uchiha anymore; it will only get better from now on."
"You've worked hard, Fugaku."
Uchiha Mikoto listened quietly. Although she heard her husband speak so casually at the moment, she knew it wasn't easy.
The Nine-Tailed Fox, the clan being questioned and suppressed, Sasuke's birth, Itachi's growth, the storm within the clan, the Village's attitude...
For many years, a host of chaotic events had made Uchiha Fugaku, who was already burdened with mountain-like pressure, even more haggard.
As the clan leader, he had to display a stern and dignified demeanor on a daily basis, and over time, his smiles became increasingly rare.
As his wife, she had silently observed all of this.
Uchiha Mikoto massaged his temples, silently supporting him with her gentle embrace.
Fugaku was so comfortable he was almost falling asleep.
"Is Sasuke asleep?"
After a moment of silence, Fugaku suddenly remembered that besides Uchiha Itachi, his nominal elder son, he also had a younger son, Sasuke.
"Mm, he just fell asleep. He was still saying he wanted to wait for his brother to come back after he got into bed."
Uchiha Mikoto said softly and gently.
"No need to wait for him, he'll be back very late."
Fugaku's eyes flickered as he said.
"Okay."
Uchiha Mikoto nodded slightly.
"Rest, you've had a long day."
Fugaku checked the time; it was exactly 11 PM.
Uchiha Mikoto then ended the massage, got up, and rushed off like a gust of wind to prepare his bathwater and clothes.
Fugaku showed a satisfied expression: "With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?"
Immediately, his dissatisfaction with Itachi deepened even further.
This unfilial son!
If he hadn't transmigrated into Fugaku's body, according to the plot, wouldn't Uchiha Mikoto have been forced to commit suicide by this rebellious son tonight?
Damn it, good thing he transmigrated!
This kid has been seriously PTSD'd by Hiruzen Sarutobi; he needs to find a way to fix him.
Lest he be led astray by Black Zetsu, that would be troublesome.
"Fugaku, you can take a bath now."
Uchiha Mikoto's warm voice came.
"Coming."
Fugaku shook his head, casting aside these random thoughts, got up, and walked towards the bathroom.
After a comfortable bath, he came out, picked up the cup on the table, took a sip of water, then went upstairs, pushed open the bedroom door, and saw Uchiha Mikoto sitting by the bed in loose pajamas, waiting for him.
Fugaku felt a little hot, and as if possessed, he locked the door.
"Fugaku, rest in peace. I will take care of your wife and children!"
Fugaku thought silently to himself, walking towards Uchiha Mikoto, and then tens of thousands of words were omitted...
The next day.
Fugaku woke from his sleep, the beautiful woman beside him was already gone, the curtains were neatly tied, and the morning sun streamed in, filling the entire room with bright light.
After lingering in bed for a while, remembering that he still had to deal with Village matters today, Fugaku got out of bed and went downstairs.
Uchiha Mikoto happened to be coming out of the kitchen with a fragrant bowl of noodles. Seeing Fugaku coming downstairs, she greeted him: "You're awake. I was just about to wake you up. Go wash your face and brush your teeth, breakfast is ready."
Uchiha Mikoto's face was rosy and radiant; last night's 'watering' seemed to have given her a second spring, which made Fugaku feel a bit excited.
Uchiha Mikoto noticed her husband's fiery gaze, and recalling his strange poses from last night, she also felt a bit unsteady on her feet and playfully slapped Fugakue's arm: "Go wash up and eat."
Fugaku shrugged and walked towards the bathroom, seeing seven-year-old Sasuke kneeling at the table, eating noodles while watching TV.
Just then, Sasuke noticed him and greeted him somewhat reservedly: "Father."
Uchiha Fugaku had always maintained a strict expression towards this younger son, rarely praising him, so Fu Yue was not surprised by Uchiha Sasuke's slight reserve; this was the usual dynamic between father and son in Uchiha Fugaku's memories.
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