Utatane Koharu Who Can't Read the Room

Compared to Utatane Koharu's sharp tongue, Mitokado Homura was much gentler, though still speaking with a sarcastic tone.

"Fugaku, I can overlook today's matter, but Uchiha Yan imprisoning Orochimaru in your Uchiha's private prison is a very serious act."

"Orochimaru is the murderer of the Third Hokage, and this must be handled by the Anbu!"

"We are here now to demand his surrender on behalf of the village. Hand over Orochimaru, or this will be ironclad proof of the Uchiha's intent to rebel!"

Uchiha Fugaku looked at the two shivering from the cold, yet still unable to grasp reality, and let out a cold laugh.

He finally understood Uchiha Yan's words about making Konoha unable to do without the Uchiha.

The Anbu was currently leaderless, and Danzo of the Root was nowhere to be seen, likely plotting something in the shadows.

Only the Uchiha, due to their remote location and prior preparations, had suffered the least among the great clans.

"Rebellion? Ironclad proof?"

Fugaku slowly stood up, his usually gentle eyes turning incredibly sharp in an instant. He placed his hands on the table, leaning forward slightly!

The aura unique to a top-tier expert was unleashed.

"Two esteemed advisors, I advise you to straighten your tongues before speaking."

Seeing Fugaku exuding a terrifying pressure, the two finally remembered.

This usually meek Uchiha Fugaku was once known as Wicked Eye Fugaku, on par with Namikaze Minato.

As the atmosphere between them grew tense...

At Kurenai's home.

In the steamy, warm room, a faint incense burned.

Uchiha Yan lay completely relaxed on the tatami, his eyes slightly closed.

His head rested on Kurenai's full and soft thighs, inhaling the faint scent of her body after her bath.

Kurenai lowered her head slightly, her waterfall-like black hair cascading down her shoulders. A few strands playfully brushed against Uchiha Yan's cheek, causing a ticklish sensation.

Kurenai wore a slightly loose, light pink home kimono, loosely tied with a white sash at the waist.

As she leaned forward, a vast expanse of snow-white was visible, ready to be seen if Uchiha Yan opened his eyes.

Uchiha Yan opened his eyes, feeling the tickle on his face, and admired the beautiful scenery before him.

"Yan, you rascal, where are your eyes looking?"

Kurenai looked down and met Uchiha Yan's gaze, fixed on her slightly open collar with undisguised heat.

Kurenai's cheeks, which had been massaging him, instantly flushed red to the roots of her ears.

She angrily stopped her movements, reached out, and pinched his cheek. Her beautiful eyes rippled with moisture as she playfully chided, "And here I was worried you were injured after fighting Orochimaru today, staying up late to keep the door open for you. And you're full of energy, with your mind only on these wicked thoughts!"

Still not satisfied, she poked his forehead twice.

Uchiha Yan felt no embarrassment. Instead, he rolled over and smoothly wrapped an arm around Kurenai's slender waist.

He pressed his face against her lower abdomen.

The kimono was already loose and thin.

Uchiha Yan's warm breath, through the thin fabric of the kimono, landed squarely on Kurenai's sensitive abdomen.

"Ah..."

Startled by the sudden attack, Kurenai's body stiffened, and she couldn't help but gasp.

The hot breath traveled up her abdomen, sending shivers through her entire body.

She instinctively tried to pull away, but the large hand around her waist easily held her still with a slight squeeze.

"Yan, you... let go... stop playing," Kurenai trembled.

Her hands gently rested on Uchiha Yan's shoulders, trying to push him away.

However, in the end, Kurenai was overwhelmed by Uchiha Yan's flirtation.

Finally, Kurenai was dazed as Uchiha Yan carried her into the room.

Meanwhile, within the Konoha Military Police Force.

Utatane Koharu and Mitokado Homura were somewhat surprised by Fugaku's intense reaction this time.

They couldn't understand why Uchiha Fugaku, who usually yielded to pressure from the Konoha higher-ups, was being so unyielding now.

Was it really because Hiruzen was dead?

Mitokado Homura decisively chose to avoid confrontation. He stood up and said, "Clan Head Fugaku, my wording might have been problematic just now. Let's both calm down, and we can discuss this tomorrow, shall we?"

Uchiha Fugaku perfunctorily replied, "We'll see. Please see yourselves out."

Utatane Koharu could no longer hold back. She pointed at Uchiha Fugaku and snapped, "Uchiha Fugaku, what makes you so special?"

"Let me tell you, you're nothing but a captain of the Military Police Force living off the legacy of your ancestors."

Utatane Koharu's voice was sharp and grating with rage.

Her expression had lost all its usual decorum as she lost control of her emotions, the veins on her forehead throbbing rhythmically.

"Do you think that just because Hiruzen is gone, it's your turn to run Konoha?"

"I'm telling you, as long as I and Homura are still here, the orthodoxy of Konoha will never fall to you red-eyed lunatics of the Uchiha clan!"

"If it weren't for the Teacher's mercy back then, you Uchihas..."

These words were both arrogant and foolish.

Beside her, Mitokado Homura's face changed drastically upon hearing this.

He wished he could gag this old woman right now.

"Koharu, stop talking." Mitokado Homura tugged at her sleeve, trying to get her to calm down.

But it was already too late.

Facing Utatane Koharu, who was ranting like a shrew, Uchiha Fugaku did not retort. Instead, he slowly stood up, walked over to her, and looked down at her from his height.

He grabbed Utatane Koharu by the throat and exerted force, lifting her straight off the ground.

"Urgh!" Utatane Koharu felt a wave of intense suffocation.

She feebly slapped at Uchiha Fugaku's arm, her mouth opening and closing, but she was completely unable to speak.

At this moment, Mitokado Homura, having recognized the reality of the situation, hurriedly tried to persuade him in a conciliatory tone: "Fugaku, please calm down. Koharu is an advisor, after all. If she dies in your office, it won't look good for you."

Mitokado Homura could only appeal to reason and emotion, attempting to get Fugaku to cool his temper.

Fugaku hadn't actually intended to do anything to Utatane Koharu.

He let out a cold snort and tossed her onto the floor.

Utatane Koharu knelt on the ground in a disheveled heap, coughing violently.