Sarutobi Toru still wore a faint smile, and his gaze toward the old man remained quite gentle. After all, he had always been generous toward people who were about to die.
The old man grew angrier as he spoke. His original intention of merely criticizing Sarutobi Toru a little to gain the upper hand in the argument had vanished somewhere along the way. Seeing Sarutobi Toru's smile, he felt as though the man were mocking him.
In an instant, boundless fury surged into his heart, burning away all reason. He wanted only to kill Sarutobi Toru immediately.
"Damn it, what are you smiling at?! Are you mocking the internal strife of our Uchiha Clan? Die!"
The old man clenched the cane in his hand. With a crack, he drew a Cane Sword from within it. Moving like lightning, he slashed down at Sarutobi Toru's head.
For a moment, Uchiha Fugaku was dumbfounded. Not just him—nearly every member of the Uchiha Clan present was shocked. Those who recognized Sarutobi Toru thought this old Uchiha had gone completely insane.
They had heard of senile dementia, but never Manic Old Age Syndrome. With those old arms and legs of his, picking a fight with the Deputy Leader of Root—wasn't that like lighting a lamp in the toilet? Courting death?
"Wait, show mercy!" Uchiha Fugaku shouted after coming to his senses. Naturally, he was not asking his granduncle to show mercy. He was asking his Devil Teacher not to kill his granduncle in a single move.
Uchiha Fujioka secretly groaned in his heart. My granduncle has never been this bold before! What's going on? He actually has the nerve to attack Teacher Sarutobi Toru? Did he really get Manic Old Age Syndrome?
Watching the Cane Sword about to split his skull, Sarutobi Toru's smile