Nara Shikaku looked at Danzo's corpse, then at Fugaku's ecstatic expression.
His instincts told him that this was far more complicated than it appeared.
He walked over to Uchiha Fugaku and said, "Clan Head Fugaku, may I see that letter?"
Uchiha Fugaku nodded and casually handed him the letter.
After thanking him, Nara Shikaku took the letter and read through it.
It was indeed Danzo's handwriting. Especially the parts about plotting against Uchiha Itachi and Shisui—only someone like Danzo could have done such things.
But murdering that advisor?
Unless Danzo had been kicked in the head by a donkey, there was no way he would do something like that.
The more Nara Shikaku thought about it, the more he felt that an invisible hand behind the scenes had been manipulating and steering these events.
Danzo's death had not been an accident. It had been inevitable.
Who could that person be?
Orochimaru?
But Orochimaru was clearly still in prison, and someone as shrewd as him would never do something like this.
Could it be the ecstatic Uchiha Fugaku before him?
That did not feel right either. When Uchiha Fugaku had first seen Danzo's corpse, his shock had been too genuine to fake.
So Nara Shikaku stroked his chin and pondered the suspicious parties.
He felt that he and the three great Ino-Shika-Cho clans had been dragged into the scheme as well.
After all, if no outsiders had been present, and they claimed Danzo had committed suicide...
Who would believe it?
But what if the head of the Nara clan, a clan closely tied to the Third, had been present?
Nara Shikaku slapped his forehead, his heart filled with frustration.
No matter what, he was now firmly bound to the Uchiha's ship. He could only grit his teeth and follow this path