Sure enough.
Just half an hour later, the archives door was violently shoved open with a bang.
Uchiha Togashi strode in, his face dark with anger.
The person he was gripping tightly by the back of the collar, like a chick, was none other than Uchiha Yoshihiro, who had just run back to complain through tears.
"Father, it's him! That guy!" The moment Yoshihiro saw Hiroki, he struggled and pointed at him, his voice still choked with tears and indignation.
Uchiha Togashi ignored his son's cries. His gaze swept across the archives before locking onto the black-haired boy who was slowly emerging from behind a bookshelf.
When he saw the boy's perfectly calm, expressionless face, Togashi froze.
It was him?!
The mysterious "ninjutsu-copying genius" in the village, the one the Third and Lord Danzo both valued so highly that they had even summoned all the jōnin to "give him pointers"—was actually him?!
He knew the boy had suddenly disappeared around the time Hanzo was captured alive!
For all he knew, this boy had something to do with Hanzo's capture!
A bone-chilling cold shot from the soles of Uchiha Togashi's feet straight to his scalp.
His legs felt weak, and his back was instantly drenched in cold sweat. He remembered how furious he'd been before coming here, determined to get justice for his son, and felt a surge of lingering fear.
What was he doing? Bringing people to pick a fight with a future "Hokage candidate"? And one who could easily take down the "Demigod" at that?
Smack!
Smack!
To everyone's astonishment—especially Yoshihiro's—Uchiha Togashi spun around and slapped his son twice, so hard the sound echoed throughout the archives.
"You little brat!" he cursed, then cautiously glanced at Hiroki.
"How have I raised you? You must never bully people just because