"Brother Tokino... is that person really... still alive!?"
As Fugaku's hoarse, deep voice echoed through the quiet hall, Tokino, seated opposite him, slowly raised his head, and their gazes met.
Tokino's face remained expressionless as he spoke slowly in an indifferent voice.
"If possible... I would rather that guy were already dead..."
"But... I'm still alive... Do you think... that guy could have died so peacefully...?"
At his words, Fugaku's eyes narrowed slightly. Even with all his years of experience, he was incredibly shocked—almost unable to believe it.
Yet reality left him no choice but to believe!
After all... seated before him was one of the central figures in that battle the world had deliberately forgotten!
And his appearance now told him... that the battle fifteen years ago had been nothing more than a conspiracy...
A conspiracy that had toyed with everyone in the Ninja World in the palm of its hand!
"Huff..."
Fugaku's breathing grew heavy, and an irrepressible look of astonishment appeared on his weathered face.
Tokino, however, did not let him remain immersed in his shock. He raised his eyes slightly and looked at Fugaku with indifference, speaking coldly.
"I heard about what happened a few years ago. Although I don't know exactly what took place... there's no doubt... you failed miserably as the head of the Uchiha Clan..."
At his words, Fugaku lowered his gaze slightly, a flash of dejection and self-reproach passing through his eyes.
Tokino paid no attention to his expression and continued coldly.
"He was just a child. Why did you indulge him in doing something so utterly rebellious?"
Hearing that, Fugaku revealed a bitter smile and spoke slowly in a somewhat hoarse voice.
"You mean Itachi...?"
"Hmph!" Tokino snorted coldly, neither confirming nor denying it.
Fugaku closed his eyes slightly, his expression