Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Danzo's death had not brought things to an end. Instead, like a butterfly stirring up a storm, it left all of Konoha unusually quiet, with every major clan remaining within its own territory.
All ninja out on missions had returned.
No more missions were being carried out.
The entire village was steeped in an eerie silence, oppressive like storm clouds gathering before a tempest!
Uchiha Fugaku was the first to lose his patience and rushed to the Senju Clan.
"Akira, aren't we going to do anything?"
Uchiha Fugaku was unwilling to accept this. He was anxious.
"We finally cleared our name. This time, our Uchiha Clan won a decisive victory, didn't we? Shouldn't everyone be informed? Lord Hokage should issue an announcement, then properly reward the Uchiha Clan!"
He had been feeling aggrieved for years.
He had finally turned things around and could sing in celebration, yet after winning, there was nothing. Of course he was anxious!
"They're clearly trying to wear you down. What's the point of you getting anxious and excited on your own?"
Uchiha Akira lay on the rooftop basking in the sun, occasionally squeezing Tsunade's little hand beside him. Before long, Tsunade would pull it away, and Akira would tug it back again.
"Huh? Why?"
The excitement in Uchiha Fugaku's heart faded somewhat, and he was at a loss.
"Didn't we win? Is it really too much to ask Lord Hokage to clear the Uchiha Clan's name?"
His square face was filled with confusion.
Tsk.
Akira cast him an indifferent glance.
When Square Face kept his mouth shut, he actually looked quite wise.
But the moment he spoke, he seemed a little stupid.
"Heh, then how should the Uchiha Clan be cleared? Say that the Uchiha Clan