This was Fugaku?
Uchiha Gin studied the black-haired young man who had brought the real culprit behind the bullying of Hatake Sakumo to justice, his dull dead fish eyes filled with curiosity.
Why did this kid have such a heavy office-drone vibe?
He was clearly the same person, so why did this Fugaku have such a bitter, world-weary face? Even his bearing was much more mature. There wasn't the slightest trace of youthful energy someone his age ought to have.
The handcuffed man looked at the rubberneckers around him pointing fingers, and a disorienting sense of being bullied rose in him. He immediately gritted his teeth and looked toward the young man leading the Police Force.
"Let me go! Do you know whose man I am?"
"The Police Force enforces the law impartially. We will not wrongly arrest good people, nor will we let any criminals go."
Uchiha Fugaku merely glanced faintly at the man's impotent barking, then shifted his gaze to the unfamiliar Curly who had been scrutinizing him. After noticing the clan emblem on the other party's clothes, his brows furrowed slightly.
"Do you know the consequences of impersonating the Uchiha Clan?"
"Not even cosplay is allowed?"
Uchiha Gin raised an eyebrow at that, generously showing off the Ping Pong Paddle on his back, and responded with a smiling face.
"I really admire the Uchiha Clan, you know~"
Hearing that unexpected answer, Uchiha Fugaku first froze. Seeing the sincerity filling Uchiha Gin's eyes, the corner of his eye twitched slightly, and he nearly failed to keep a straight face.
Konoha really didn't seem to have any rule forbidding cosplay. Some ninja clans even took pride in ordinary civilians imitating them.
"Fall back."
After taking a deep look at this rare fanatical Uchiha fan, Uchiha Fugaku waved a hand