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The secret room where Fugaku Uchiha and Mikoto Uchiha had been talking shattered into pieces, instantly exploding into a pile of rubble. Exposed to the sunlight, the scene of the secret room was laid bare.
Mikoto Uchiha was fine, but Fugaku Uchiha's state was less than commendable. His backside was in the air, sprawled on the ground like a dog eating dirt, his prestige as clan head completely lost. The Uchiha clan members who came to assist saw Fugaku Uchiha in this state and were all taken aback, their faces full of peculiar expressions. This stark contrast to the usually stern clan head was not just an ordinary difference.
Fugaku Uchiha hastily stood up, seeing his clan members' strange, suppressed smiles. He sprang up as if his tail had been stepped on.
"Who did this?! Get out here!"
A roar like an enraged lion spread out. Fugaku Uchiha roared, red-faced, his savage gaze like a rampaging beast. Anyone targeted felt a spine-chilling sensation, as if thorns were pricking their back, and their body hair involuntarily bristled.
"It's been many years, hasn't it..."
Just then, an exceptionally cold and disdainful voice rang out. The tender voice clearly belonged to the ten-year-old Wuchen. Remembering Fugaku Uchiha's odd posture from earlier, Wuchen didn't hesitate to add fuel to the fire, saying in a taunting tone, "As expected of the clan head, truly the pillar of the Uchiha clan!"
Wuchen looked at Fugaku Uchiha with an expression of admiration, as if saying, I am not worthy of you.
"So it was you, you little... degenerate! Did you do this?"
Looking towards the source of the voice, it was none other than the smirking Wuchen. Fugaku Uchiha immediately erupted in fury, his rage meter maxed out with veins bulging on his head. He was clearly beyond angry. He had originally intended to curse him as a "little degenerate," but suddenly realized his mistake and hastily changed his words, as that would be cursing himself.
Looking at the secret room, now a heap of ruins, Fugaku Uchiha's eyes were filled with chilling light, his teeth gritted.
"As you see."
Wuchen chuckled, uncaring, then looked at Fugaku Uchiha with a sneer, his eyes cold and stern as his icy voice spread out. "Fugaku Uchiha, if you have something to say, spit it out. Less nonsense. I don't have time to listen to your barking."
"Is this how you speak to the father who bore and raised you?!"
Fugaku Uchiha's face darkened with rage upon hearing this. Clenching his fists, he suppressed the fire in his heart and asked Wuchen in a sinister voice, his face unmoving, as if ten thousand ghosts were wailing, their sharp voices making one's scalp tingle. If it weren't for the crowd and the bad reputation of "killing one's son," he would definitely have made Wuchen bleed on the spot.
"Father?"
Wuchen dug in his ear, feigning surprise: "Father? So you still remember you have a son? Such a thing... how rare!"
Wuchen drew out his words, the sarcasm in his tone clear to everyone.
"You!"
Fugaku Uchiha's face turned ashen, glaring gloomily at the silver-tongued Wuchen. He took a deep breath and said, "I'm too lazy to waste words with you. In a month, you will participate in the Third Great Ninja War as an Uchiha clan ninja."
He waved his hand, looking annoyed, as if he foresaw Wuchen's tragic death. Fugaku Uchiha grinned viciously.
"Don't resent us, it can't be helped." Mikoto Uchiha's lips trembled slightly, suppressing her sobs. She clearly still loved and doted on Wuchen.
Wuchen's expression remained calm. He glanced indifferently at Mikoto Uchiha. His ink-black pupils were fixed on Fugaku Uchiha, unwavering. He had already anticipated this point. The relationship between the Uchiha clan and Konoha's higher-ups was well-known. Although Fugaku Uchiha had agreed to dispatch ninjas to participate in the Third Great Ninja War, most of them were cannon fodder—individuals whose talents were exhausted, or trash like Wuchen.
"Who gave you the authority to decide this on your own? And... what if I say no?"
"Then you will die!"
Fugaku Uchiha completely dropped his facade. His pupils rapidly spun, and his crimson Three Tomoe Sharingan began to rotate, signifying his resolve. A chilling, bone-piercing killing intent swept over everyone present like a hurricane. The scene fell silent, incredibly oppressive.
The expressions of the Uchiha clan members varied, but most thought it was only right. This world was like this: the weak must accept their fate. Do not try to defy destiny. Those who lack strength and attempt to defy destiny will be crushed by the gears of the times. Because it wasn't just the Uchiha; it was the same everywhere in the ninja world.
"Is that so..."
Hearing this, Wuchen merely snorted disdainfully. His tender yet already mature face wore an uninhibited smile, implying a readiness to test his limits.
"Does this guy want to die? He actually dares to challenge the clan head!"
The Uchiha clan members looked at the arrogant Wuchen, all astonished. How strong was the clan head? Naturally, he was the strongest existence in the Uchiha clan, paramount among them. Especially in a combat-focused clan like the Uchiha, one could not be clan head without the strength to proudly dominate the entire clan.
"You damn brat! I must have been blind before, not seeing that you're a traitor!"
Fugaku Uchiha cursed, his face green with rage. Being challenged by a ten-year-old good-for-nothing, he was definitely the first clan head in the ninja world from ancient times until now!
Looking at Fugaku Uchiha, who was on the verge of dying from anger, Wuchen's expression was one of bewilderment. He then looked at Fugaku Uchiha with utmost seriousness and vowed, "A clan head so afraid of death? Don't worry, I'm just going to teach you a lesson. I won't kill you!"
Fugaku Uchiha: "..."
All the Uchiha clan members were speechless. Where did a piece of trash like you get the confidence to challenge the clan head?!