Fugaku did not know how he had made his way home. Hyuga Shin's words still echoed in his ears.
The Hokage had neither killed him nor thrown him in prison, but he would have to pay an even more humiliating price for it.
"Fugaku, you're back."
From the kitchen, his gentle, beautiful wife poked her head out and smiled softly at him.
"Dinner will be ready soon. Wait a little longer."
"...Where's Itachi?" Fugaku asked, his voice unconsciously hoarse.
Mikoto said, "Itachi won't be coming back tonight. He's staying over at Shisui's. Those two children are practically inseparable now."
Fugaku's heart sank completely. The thought of fleeing with his wife and child instantly shattered.
Itachi was in the Hokage's hands...
"Fugaku?"
Mikoto's soft call brought him back to his senses. Raising his head, he saw his beautiful wife looking at him in confusion.
"What's wrong? What are you thinking about?"
"..."
Fugaku staggered a few steps and sat down on the sofa.
Seeing this, Mikoto turned off the stove, untied her apron, and walked over.
"Fugaku, are you feeling unwell?" she asked with concern.
Mikoto reached out to touch Fugaku's forehead and found that he did not have a fever.
Fugaku merely stared blankly at her.
Half an hour earlier, at Obito's home.
Shin sat in a chair, looking at Fugaku with a cold sneer.
"It seems Senior Fugaku thinks I, the Hokage, am easy to fool and bully."
"I absolutely did not mean that!" Fugaku said urgently.
"Hokage, I was indeed led astray for a moment. I sought power by harming my fellow villagers, but I never intended to oppose you. I was the one at fault; please punish me as you see fit. I only ask that you spare Itachi and my clansmen."
Shin said expressionlessly, "Is