Uchiha Togashi's hand clamped around the back of his son Yoshihiro's collar like an iron vise.
He said nothing, striding forward with quick, heavy steps.
Yoshihiro stumbled along behind him, his collar biting into the back of his neck. He didn't dare struggle. He could feel his father's anger and frustration through that grip, and he understood even better that his old man was trying to protect him.
After all, this was the first time he'd seen his father force him to apologize to someone in such an over-the-top manner.
Even an idiot could tell his father knew something he didn't.
But why?
He couldn't figure it out.
That librarian hadn't even lifted a finger, and Yoshihiro had passed out. But at most, the man was just a librarian!
In Konoha, even a Genin could do that job!
His father had even said that if he didn't get a good team leader in the next two years, he could spend that time working as a librarian, then join the patrol squad and work alongside his cousin Fugaku.
That sounded like a cushy job!
So why was his father so afraid?
As he returned to the clan grounds, the looks from his clansmen made Uchiha Yoshihiro feel like he was walking on pins and needles.
Yoshihiro didn't know what they were thinking. Maybe nobody cared what had happened to him or whether his father had beaten him, but he didn't dare look up the whole way, afraid he'd see one of his clansmen wearing that kindly yet nosy smile.
"Bang!"
The front door was shoved open and slammed shut, cutting off every view from outside.
Yoshihiro let out a breath of relief. At least nobody was watching now.
"Kneel!" Togashi's voice was cold as ice, as if he'd forced the words