Seeing Pakura's smile, Uchiha Makoto didn't do anything more, only uttering a soft murmur.
Is it possible that the person I'm talking to right now isn't actually my true self?
In an instant, the smile that was still on her face came to an abrupt end, like a duck that had its neck caught while it was quacking.
"What do you mean?"
Pakura's lips trembled as he spoke, his words stammering.
Seeing the utterly horrified yet still trying to convince himself face, Uchiha Makoto smiled, seemingly with an indescribable sense of smugness.
"You don't actually think I came to see you in my true form, do you?"
Pakura: "..."
At this moment, her feelings were extremely complicated.
She had long been prepared to die; now, inside this large tent, there was an Explosive Tag at almost every step!
So what's in front of me is just a clone?
"Miss Pakura, why aren't you saying anything? Don't you want to talk anymore?"
At this moment, Uchiha Makoto stabbed Pakura in the heart again, and even spun her around.
"Hehehe!"
Upon hearing this, Pakura smiled sinisterly, his eyes fixed on Uchiha Makoto with a dark and menacing look, exuding an unsettling sense of madness.
"A clone?"
Pakura spoke, her eyes kept scanning Uchiha Makoto.
Even if you were a clone, you wouldn't be leaving here today!
As Pakura spoke, she placed her hands on the corner of the table beside her and channeled Chakra into the fuse of the Explosive Tag, detonating Explosive Tag!
The devastation of the Land of Wind has made her betray her ninja way of "protection," and she feels she has no face to live any longer!
Since I'm going to die anyway, I might as well give this bastard a little trouble!
Who cares if it's a clone or not!
However, to Pakura's horrified gaze, the Chakra she had clearly channeled into the fuse was leaking out!
It still flows towards the fingertips of the person opposite!
Yes, at this moment, wisps of blue Chakra were swirling around Uchiha Makoto's fingertips.
That was Pakura's Chakra!
"Don't get so agitated, Ms. Pakura!"
Uchiha Makoto spoke with great interest, his gestures adding to his playful tone.
"I've invested so many resources in you, it's not something that can be resolved simply by your death!"
"You can only pay off your debt if you stay alive!"
Pakura swallowed hard, unconsciously backing away until he reached the edge of the table before being forced to stop.
"What... what are you going to do?"
Pakura was trembling all over, and her gaze towards Uchiha Makoto was filled with a chilling fear.
Now, she looks like a stray cat cowering in a corner, shivering in the rain.
Weak, pitiful, and helpless.
Looking at the scene before him, Uchiha Makoto had a strange sense of déjà vu.
It's as if someone will jump out at any moment, shouting that they are acting on behalf of Heaven.
And look at Pakura, she hasn't even moved a step!
They made themselves look like some heinous villain.
Although reality seems to be somewhat different from the plan, there are still some things that haven't been done yet!
With this thought in mind, Uchiha Makoto looked up at the still trembling Pakura and cleared his throat.
"I absolutely hate wasting food, and I always make sure to finish every single grain of rice in my bowl!"
"The same as you!"
Upon hearing this, Pakura's eyes widened immediately.
"You dare!"
You're asking me if I dare?
Uchiha Makoto scoffed, and his powerful Genjutsu instantly subdued him.
Pakura's head lolled to the side, and he collapsed to the ground.
Uchiha Makoto hesitated for a moment, glanced outside the tent, and then walked forward to Pakura's side.
Uchiha Makoto lowered his head, his eyes dark and unfathomable.
"We could have cooperated amicably, but it has to turn out like this!"
"A Jonin, daring to bare his teeth at me!"
Seeing that Pakura had lost consciousness, Uchiha Makoto half-squatted down and placed one hand on Pakura's head.
The power of the Mangekyō Sharingan was immediately activated, penetrating deep into Pakura's consciousness.
"The script for the Fourth Mizukage is finished, but the script for the Fourth Hokage hasn't even started yet. Now we need to write the script for the Fourth Kazekage..."
Uchiha Makoto muttered under his breath, but his actions were anything but hesitant, relentlessly tormenting Pakura's spirit.
"You're the Sand Ninja hero from the original story, right? Now you'll be the hero of the Land of Wind!"
"He encountered a formidable enemy, resulting in a near-incurable injury that forced him to retreat and recuperate."
"Subsequently, when the Land of Wind was in decline, despite his own unfavorable conditions, he resolutely shouldered the heavy responsibility of the Land of Wind, and when surrounded by powerful enemies, he broke through his own limitations and revitalized the Land of Wind single-handedly!"
As Uchiha Makoto wrote the script, he subtly planted hints within Pakura's shattered mind, influencing her to fit the narrative.
"The almost incurable severe injury is psychological; the enemy used Genjutsu to tormented him, causing a mental problem that prevents him from even picking up a knife!"
"This is a different kind of Tsunade scenario, so don't disappoint me, Ms. Pakura!"
Having done all this, Uchiha Makoto slowly stood up.
He glanced at the spot where the little mouse was outside the tent and pondered how to use it.
"According to my intelligence, almost all of the Sand Ninja's top-tier combat forces have left this area without prior arrangement. They're either keeping a close watch on Konoha or have retreated to the rear for leisure."
'It was all a tacit concession, handing Pakura over to me to avoid endangering the Sand Ninja...'
'They've probably already suspected me, haven't they?'
As he pondered this, Uchiha Makoto pretended to peruse the intelligence reports on Pakura's desk.
Especially when he saw the intelligence reports about the severe disaster that led to the exodus of hundreds of thousands of migrants, he had a different thought.
'Or is it speculation, or simply a gamble, that the current crisis in the Land of Wind was actually instigated by someone Pakura offended?'
Thinking of this, Uchiha Makoto suddenly fell silent. In a few days, everyone would know that the current situation in the Land of Wind was caused by the Uchiha Clan.
Did all his pretense during that time become a complete waste of time?
The Land of Wind is sparsely populated, and in just the last few days, hundreds of thousands of immigrants have arrived, accounting for nearly one percent of the Land of Wind's population.
If the Daimyo of the Land of Wind were to react angrily and pin everything on the Uchiha...
'No! We have to get rid of this scapegoat!'
Thinking about the potential troubles, especially the trouble of being in the spotlight and preventing the Uchiha from remaining hidden, Uchiha Makoto decided that he needed to find a scapegoat of sufficient importance.
Now is a great opportunity!
'If I casually let it slip, someone will automatically spread this information to the Daimyo of the Land of Wind, and with my help, it will all go viral...'
With this thought in mind, Uchiha Makoto strode out of the tent.
As he walked to the entrance of the main tent, not far from the "rat," Uchiha Makoto suddenly stopped and muttered to himself in a very low voice.
"Lord Hokage, my mission is complete!"