Everyone returned to the hospital room.
They needed answers about Kazuki and Shisui, and above all, the whereabouts of the two pairs of Mangekyo.
“Kazuki, who was it really?” Fugaku asked.
“Kazuki is me.
Full name Kazuki Uchiha, male, fifteen years old—” “Stop, just stop, Kazuki!” Fugaku said weakly.
“That’s not what I asked!
I’m asking who you saw!
Seriously, stop fooling around.
I command you in my capacity as clan leader!” Kazuki replied discontentedly, “Then speak clearly!
A grown man in his decades, both the clan leader and the Captain of the Konoha Police Force, can’t even state a simple question properly.
No wonder the Uchiha is going downhill—turns out the problem lies with the lead sheep.
Clan Leader, why do you keep leading everyone into a ditch?” Fugaku: “…” *What the hell.* Setsuna Uchiha, Muneyoshi Uchiha—you two old geezers, what are you nodding for?!
So the Uchiha becoming like this is all my fault now?
Isn’t this scapegoat a bit too heavy to bear?!
Fugaku suddenly felt that Danzo was starting to look surprisingly pleasing to the eye by comparison.
Kazuki’s expression turned serious.
“Actually, while I was drifting in and out of consciousness, I didn’t just see one person—I saw several.
The clue lies with one of them.” “What clue?” Everyone in the room stared intently, not even blinking.
But Kazuki pressed his thin lips tight, looking deeply conflicted.
The sight made more than a few people tense up anxiously.
*Brother, stop playing around and just spit it out, alright?
If you keep messing with us, you’re genuinely going to get beaten to death.* “Kazuki!” Kurenai’s eyes turned sharp as she squeezed his hand firmly.
Kazuki sighed softly.
*These people…
they’re hopeless!
Their tolerance is way too low.
We’ve barely even started!* *Oh well, time to bring this eye-stealing nonsense to a close!* He couldn’t wait to let them sample the next performance.
After all, to avert the Night of the Clan Downfall, he had prepared quite a few acts.
“First of all, I must tell everyone that I was ambushed back then and wasn’t entirely lucid.
Therefore, what I saw might not necessarily be real.” Nobody spoke until Muneyoshi chimed in.
“Just speak.
Tell us everything you saw, and we’ll judge whether it’s real or fake ourselves.” “Alright!” Kazuki said with full confidence.
“I suspect that the person who stole my and Shisui’s Sharingan was Hashirama Senju!
That’s right, the First Hokage!” “…” The entire room fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.
Kurenai looked numb.
*Hashirama Senju?
Why don’t you just say the Sage of Six Paths!
Would the God of Shinobi really crawl back out of the grave just for a pair of your eyes?* Seeing everyone’s bizarre expressions, Kazuki grew anxious and yelled, “You think I’m messing with you?” Fugaku said icy cold, “Aren’t you?” “Even though I *am* messing with you, I’m messing with you *very seriously*.
There is a fundamental difference between the two!” Three-tomoe Sharingan flared in Fugaku’s eyes, his face contorting.
He was genuinely on the verge of losing it.
Two pairs of Mangekyo!
Those were Mangekyo!
With two pairs of Mangekyo, the Uchiha would have immense leverage when facing the Hokage Faction.
The village’s hostility?
Ha!
They’d have to suck it up!
And yet, both pairs were lost just like that!
He was getting so agitated his blood pressure was through the roof, while this kid kept fooling around again and again.
Did he really think the clan leader wouldn’t discipline him?
*Kazuki, I am the Clan Leader!* “Kazuki,” Kurenai said faintly, “if it were Lord Hashirama Senju, with his strength, a Mangekyo wouldn’t mean a thing to him.” That was the God of Shinobi!
Would he even care about a Mangekyo?
Besides, if he were still alive, would world wars even break out in the Ninja World?
He would have barged into everyone’s doorstep long ago and politely asked: *Do you want peace, or do you want to be turned to dust?* Kazuki protested his innocence, “I’m not lying.” “Then why did you say you saw Hashirama Senju?” “Because I really saw Wood Style!” “Huh?!” Everyone froze.
“Wood Style?” Hashirama Senju and Wood Style were two very different concepts.
Though everyone knew Wood Style was Hashirama Senju’s signature Secret Technique, still…
Some still didn’t believe him, glaring at Kazuki Uchiha, while others fell into deep thought.
Back then, due to Tobirama Senju’s policy of integration, the Senju Clan—the strongest clan at the time—was disbanded and absorbed directly into Konoha.
Today, aside from Tsunade, there wasn’t a single pure-blooded Senju clan member left.
However!
Konoha actually had plenty of people with Senju blood.
Could a mutant variation have appeared?
“I don’t believe it!
He’s just talking nonsense!” Koharu Utatane yelled coldly.
“Kazuki Uchiha, what kind of plot are you hatching?” Just as Kazuki was about to speak, the Third Hokage hurriedly interrupted him.
“Enough.
Kazuki, continue.
And if you saw Wood Style, just say Wood Style—don’t drag the First Hokage into this.” Kazuki said in surprise, “Judging by your tone, Lord Hokage, could there be another Wood Style user in Konoha?” “Ahem, how could that be possible?” Kazuki curled his lip.
“I might be blind, but I’m not deaf.
I smelled the awkwardness in your voice right away.” Hiruzen Sarutobi: “…” He subconsciously glanced around and acutely sensed that the people around him were eyeing him, consciously or otherwise.
…*Was it really that obvious?* “Alright, eyes on me, everyone!” Kazuki clapped his hands.
“Stop staring at the Third Hokage, you’re making him shy.” “Anyway, where was I?” “You saw Wood Style!” “Right, Wood Style!” Kazuki said.
“The moment those people gouged out my eyes, the intense pain stimulated me.
I countered with a Fire Style jutsu, which caused quite a commotion, so they all fled.” “And that’s the whole story!” Quite a few people let out a long sigh of relief.
*Finally finished!* To summarize: Someone set up Shisui and Kazuki to steal their eyes, and one of the attackers knew Wood Style.
When they were gouging Kazuki’s eyes, he retaliated with Fire Style and drove the enemies off.
Such a simple thing, yet you dragged it out for so long!
Danzo asked sinisterly, “Then what about the injuries on you and Shisui?” “They obviously wanted to silence us.
When I cast my Fire Style, they attacked me as well.” Silence fell over the crowd once more.
The Fire Style Kazuki unleashed had been far too powerful, wiping out every trace of physical evidence.
In other words, the only clue remained inside Kazuki’s head.
He was the sole person who had seen the attackers.
Koharu Utatane said coldly, “Kazuki Uchiha, not a single word out of your mouth is worthy of belief.
Everyone, I suggest we look for the answers directly inside Kazuki Uchiha’s brain.” As soon as those words left her mouth, many present looked at Koharu Utatane as if she were a complete idiot.
Among them were several glares dripping with murderous intent.
“Koharu!
Stop talking nonsense!” the Third Hokage barked under his breath before turning to the rest.
“Let’s take this outside!” Everyone turned and left in silence.
Kazuki suddenly called out, “Elder Utatane, your suggestion is excellent.
I hereby express my full support for your proposal.” Koharu Utatane’s body froze instantly.
*Damn it!* She was so used to acting arrogant that she forgot her target this time was Kazuki Uchiha!
He was an existence even more terrifying than Fugaku Uchiha—he had driven Danzo to the brink of madness!
How could she be so reckless as to pick a fight with him?
She had really gotten ahead of herself lately!
Koharu Utatane tottered out of the room, her mind frantically racing for a way out.
She certainly didn’t want to go through what Danzo had suffered.
*Maybe…
for this Mangekyo incident, I should side with the Uchiha?*