“Mokuto, what did you just say?
Say it again!” Fugaku lost his composure completely.
He stepped forward, grabbed Mokuto by his collar, lifted him off his feet, and roared.
Mangekyo!
It was actually the Mangekyo!
“I…
I…” Mokuto looked panicked, stammering unable to get a word out.
“Patriarch!” Setsuna barked, “Calm down!” Muneyoshi also took a step forward, placing a heavy, powerful hand on Fugaku’s shoulder.
That firm palm restored Fugaku’s reason.
He looked around, his expression turning ugly.
Had he known they were about to hear such shocking news, they would have gone to the Naka Shrine.
Now, surrounded by so many people, what were they supposed to do?
When it came to the Mangekyo beyond the three-tomoe, which Uchiha could remain indifferent?
Looking at the expressions of the surrounding Uchiha, you could try telling them to disperse right now and see if anyone listened.
How many Uchiha possessed a good temper?
Even the doves!
Setsuna remained quite calm, his eyes sharp as a hawk’s, staring intently at Mokuto as he said word by word, “Mokuto, tell us everything you know.
Do not hide a single detail.
Do you hear me?” Muneyoshi stood silently to the side without objecting.
At this point, stopping it was meaningless.
Then they might as well question him openly right here!
Besides, the Uchiha were the victims.
Even if the Hokage and his council found out, what could they do?
…Our clan lost a pair of Mangekyo, and a clan genius was gravely injured.
Deal with it!
However!
A strange feeling rose in his heart.
Something felt off!
But what was wrong?
The development of the situation had spiraled completely out of control, yet a shadow lingered in his mind, as if someone were leading them by the nose.
“I…
I only heard Kazuki mention it a few days ago,” Mokuto said, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down.
“He said his Sharingan had evolved, and after checking clan records, he confirmed it was the Mangekyo Sharingan.” “Why wasn’t it reported?
Something like this should have been reported immediately!” Fugaku berated him harshly, his expression livid.
Mokuto lowered his voice.
“He said…
if the clan gained another pair of Mangekyo, bad things might happen…” In an instant, the Uchiha high command understood.
As Kagami Uchiha’s grandson, and having repeatedly opposed the hawks, Kazuki Uchiha was naturally aligned with the doves.
Though he wasn’t a radical hawk, if the doves gained a Mangekyo, would they remain doves?
Furthermore!
If the Uchiha gained another Mangekyo, what would the Hokage and his council think?
Fugaku and the elders’ faces turned even darker.
Staring at the unconscious Kazuki Uchiha and his blood-dripping eye sockets, their expressions were dark enough to drip ink.
Kazuki Uchiha’s reservations were entirely justified.
He had taken the bigger picture into account and hidden his Mangekyo!
And yet!
The Uchiha Clan had lost a pair of Mangekyo!
That was the Mangekyo!
Heartache!
Rage!
Regret!
Fury!
Countless emotions intertwined, driving the Uchiha nearly insane.
That legendary eye technique—no one had possessed it since Madara Uchiha.
Who could have imagined it had been so close, almost within reach, only to vanish like a night-blooming flower!
It should have been the Uchiha’s pride!
The clan’s ultimate trump card!
After a long silence!
Fugaku asked coldly, “Who else knew that Kazuki had the Mangekyo?” “I don’t know,” Mokuto Uchiha answered flatly.
“He told me, but I don’t know if he told anyone else.
Though…
I think Shisui…” The corners of Fugaku and the elders’ eyes twitched again.
Would Shisui know?
Yes!
Although Kazuki Uchiha practically teased Shisui every day, they were biological brothers.
Brothers without parents!
Brothers who had grown up supporting each other!
For something this big to happen to Kazuki Uchiha, he would definitely tell Shisui.
If Shisui knew, would he keep it a secret?
Would he keep it secret from *those* people?
It was an open secret that Shisui had leaned toward the Hokage faction.
If the Hokage and his council found out, what would they do?
“Hiruzen Sarutobi!” Setsuna said coldly, emphasizing every word.
“It was definitely his doing.” Hearing this, the faces of everyone present shifted again.
“Elder Setsuna!” Fugaku’s voice was low.
“Do not speak carelessly without evidence.” “Is there a lack of evidence?” Setsuna sneered.
“Where are we right now?
The heart of the Uchiha compound!
And who are Shisui and Kazuki Uchiha?
Two geniuses of the Uchiha, powerful Jonin!
Shisui is Shisui of the Teleportation, and Kazuki Uchiha possessed the Mangekyo!” “To gouge out the eyes of Shisui and Kazuki Uchiha in the heart of the Uchiha compound—what immense strength and influence would that require?
Who in all of Konoha could accomplish such a feat?” Question after question silenced the crowd.
Standing to the side, Itachi Uchiha’s eyes were filled with anxiety, yet he remained calmly in place, silently contemplating what to do.
The emotions of the clansmen had already been ignited.
Just thinking about what would happen next made Itachi feel a chill through his entire body.
No!
This had to be stopped!
In his urgency, the three-tomoe in his eyes began to shift imperceptibly.
Too much had happened today.
His respected Brother Shisui had his Sharingan gouged out.
That alone had deeply shaken him.
Kazuki Uchiha’s situation was no less of a blow.
And the clansmen’s emotions were on the verge of erupting.
Itachi Uchiha was hit hard as well; otherwise, he would not be standing silently to the side with such a heavy expression.
Moreover!
He focused his gaze on Mokuto Uchiha.
Mokuto Uchiha…
he always felt there was something wrong with this man.
Fugaku suddenly asked, “How are the two of them?” He was asking the medical ninja.
A medical ninja immediately replied, “Both are out of life-threatening danger.” “Are there any clues?” “None!” the medical ninja answered straightforwardly.
“The only thing I can tell you is that both suffered severe injuries.
Kazuki Uchiha’s are the worst.
He likely won’t regain consciousness anytime soon.” Another heavy silence fell over the group.
So severe…
Setsuna suddenly said, “Kazuki Uchiha’s eyes were the Mangekyo, so taking them makes sense.
But what about Shisui?
What happened to his eyes?
Was it just incidental?” Whoosh!
Numerous gazes gathered on Itachi Uchiha at that moment.
“Itachi!” Fugaku said in a deep voice.
“You’re closest to Shisui.
Tell me, without hiding anything!” Itachi’s lips trembled.
Under Fugaku’s sharp gaze, he spoke anyway: “Brother Shisui…
likely had the Mangekyo as well!” At this time, Itachi had not experienced Shisui’s death.
That would be the final straw that broke Itachi’s mind.
Shisui’s death completely drove Itachi mad, plunging him into despair, leading to the Uchiha Clan massacre night.
One could say that at this moment, although Itachi felt trapped in hell due to the friction between the village and the clan, he still held onto a sliver of hope and had not completely turned to the Hokage faction.
However!
Fugaku and the elders closed their eyes in pain.
That definitive answer hit them like a bolt out of the blue.
“Why didn’t he say anything?” Fugaku muttered to himself.
Though framed as a question, it sounded more like self-talk.
Because he already knew the answer.
Muneyoshi remained silent as well.
Only Setsuna wore a cold sneer.
“Itachi, tell me.
Did Shisui tell the Hokage?” Itachi remained silent, though his breathing grew slightly heavier.
“Heh!” No answer was the best answer.
At this, the expressions of everyone present changed even more drastically.
The Hokage knew, but *they* didn’t!
How wonderful!
Even Fugaku looked at Itachi with eyes that had turned frost-cold.
You two bastards, is your surname Uchiha or Sarutobi?
“Patriarch, Elders!” An Uchiha arrived, kneeling on one knee, and said solemnly, “The Anbu have arrived.” “Quite fast,” Fugaku said calmly.
“Then bring them in.” “Yes!” The Anbu member quickly stepped inside.
Silver-white hair subtly revealed his identity.
Kakashi Hatake!