When Uchiha Yato spoke those words, he deliberately wore an infuriatingly smug expression on his handsome face, one that practically begged to be punched.
He slightly raised his chin, a faintly teasing smile hanging at the corner of his lips, as though everyone around him were merely playthings in the palm of his hand.
What was more, his entire body exuded a languid, carefree air, as if he had just awakened from a pleasant dream.
At that moment, a hint of cunning amusement flickered within Uchiha Yato's deep, pool-like eyes.
His gaze sometimes seemed to be watching a ridiculous clown perform, and at other times, it was like he was inspecting a flawed object. It revealed the complex state of mind within him—watching a spectacle while repeatedly confirming something.
That look was like an invisible blade, piercing straight into Hiruzen Sarutobi's heart and relentlessly tormenting the once-unshakable Hokage.
The resolute Hiruzen Sarutobi could not help but feel ripples stir in his heart after meeting Uchiha Yato's gaze.
The doubts he had buried deep within instantly surged to the surface, making him reevaluate the beliefs he had previously held fast to.
Could there really be something we overlooked?!
Or had I always been too confident, to the point that I ignored some crucial details?
All sorts of questions swirled and intertwined in Hiruzen Sarutobi's mind, causing even his heart, once as solid as a rock, to waver slightly.
While Hiruzen Sarutobi was thinking, Uchiha Yato began to pose his questions.
"Everyone, think about this. Can you be sure that that mass of Kage-level chakra belongs to a Kage-level powerhouse?"
"Or rather, can you be sure that thing is even a person?"
Upon hearing Uchiha Yato's hint, the others might not have understood, but Hiruzen Sarutobi did.
What he was considering now