"Indeed. As expected of the former clan head—your tea-making skills are excellent from brewing it every day."
Uchiha Akira leisurely poured himself a cup.
"But when it comes to tea-making, Lady Mikoto is still better. Fugaku, your skills are far behind your wife's."
"Then let me prepare tea for Lord Akira."
Uchiha Mikoto walked over with a smile. Gentle and lovely, she began brewing tea. Unlike Tsunade's breathtaking beauty, Mikoto's gentleness and soft grace worked silently, yet seeped into the heart.
Uchiha Sasuke had inherited Uchiha Mikoto's looks.
He was practically a copy of Uchiha Mikoto.
That showed just how stunning she was.
"No, Akira, when did you get here?!"
Uchiha Fugaku's face darkened. He had finally gotten to experience a little father-son affection, yet Uchiha Akira's appearance made him deeply unhappy.
The veins on his forehead throbbed.
"If Lord Akira wants tea, you can go to another room. I'll have Mikoto make tea for you alone."
He had interrupted his heart-to-heart talk with his son.
It was simply unforgivable!
"Ah, no, is that really okay?"
Akira's eyes widened, and his breathing quickened slightly.
Wait?
Was this the privilege of the strong? Was he about to be forced into unlocking the special storyline, The Incompetent Husband, today too?
He looked at Uchiha Mikoto's beautiful figure, outlined by her tea-making movements.
Fugaku was being a little too generous!
"Of course. The room next door will do. Lord Akira, just don't talk to Mikoto."
Uchiha Fugaku looked thoroughly displeased. At the same time, he felt that Akira's expression seemed somewhat off.
No.
He was just drinking tea in the next room. What was there to get excited about?
He added, "Oh, right. Lord Hokage happens to be looking for you too. Someone has to entertain him."
Oh.
So that was what he