Fugaku left with Itachi. Kei did not see them off.
Fugaku was satisfied, while Itachi was worried. Neither of those things concerned Kei.
If he had to talk himself hoarse to achieve his goal, then he had no guarantee of success. With enough strength, he wouldn't need to waste so much breath.
If Kei's eyes were really that powerful, he would never have wasted time arguing with this troublesome father and son.
The truth was, he wasn't confident either.
As soon as Fugaku walked out of the shrine, Kei clutched his right eye in pain and collapsed to the ground. Cold sweat soaked through his Imperial God Robe. Before their very eyes, his body withered away. His frame, which had been fairly sturdy, now looked emaciated, almost like skin and bones.
Nothing hurt more than having to endure pain while pretending to be calm.
Yes, there was something wrong with Kei's eyes, but he couldn't let anyone find out.
An ambitious person's true intentions always surfaced the moment their leader showed weakness. From the outside, Kei seemed powerful, but in reality, this was when he was at his most vulnerable.
Until he found a way to fix his eyes, Kei couldn't show the slightest weakness. He couldn't let any ambitious schemer entertain improper thoughts.
He couldn't let Fugaku see even a hint of weakness, either. There were plenty of people in the Uchiha Clan who hoped to profit by taking Kei's head.
Besides, this father and son weren't trustworthy allies. And the rest of their Uchiha family was even less so.
The entire Uchiha Clan was simply not to be trusted.
Arrogance, pride, and loose lips—that was the Uchiha Clan's tradition. They had no intention of rebelling, yet somehow they made their calls for rebellion known to everyone.
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