A Good Dog Doesn't Block the Road

Damn! One wave after another—was this ever going to end?!

Were they really determined to make him die of embarrassment before they stopped?

Sasuke ranted wildly in his heart.

"Sasuke, give Mom an explanation. You're still so young—you can't be playing with this kind of thing."

Mikoto began lecturing him.

"Mom, you misunderstood. Those tissues were for wiping sweat, not what you think."

Sasuke decided to tell the truth and chose not to use the Rinnegan again to move the tissues off the floor.

If he did it again, Mikoto would definitely notice something was off. It would be bad if that led to Teacher Cang's matter being exposed.

He couldn't lose sight of the bigger picture over something trivial.

"Sasuke, don't try to deceive Mom. You need to have the courage to admit what you've done. Lying is bad! Besides, Mom isn't trying to blame you. It's just that you're far too young. Doing this kind of thing is bad for your body!"

Mikoto continued lecturing him, clearly not believing a word Sasuke said.

"They really were for wiping sweat. I was training in my room just now and got drenched in sweat."

"Honestly, you child..." Mikoto shook her head helplessly and set the fruit platter on the table.

"I won't say any more. When Itachi gets back, I'll have him give you a proper talking-to. After all, you listen to your brother the most."

"I already said they were for wiping sweat. Why does no one believe me when I tell the truth?!"

Sasuke was helpless too.

"Ah..."

Mikoto sighed and left Sasuke's room.

Speechless, Sasuke found a fresh set of clothes and put them on. He couldn't stay home for the time being; he simply couldn't handle the look in his mother Uchiha Mikoto's eyes.

Besides, he had to retrieve the doll immediately. He couldn't let someone else pick it up.

To be clear, it wasn't because he couldn't bear to part with it and wanted to save it for later or anything. It was just that if some other little brat saw it, the influence would be terrible.

For the healthy physical and mental development of the Ninja World's children, he had to recover this source of evil.

Fortunately, when he stepped outside, he saw the doll lying quietly beneath the tree. No one had found it and taken it away.

Phew!

Sasuke couldn't help letting out a sigh of relief and quickly went over to store the doll in his system backpack.

Then he considered what to do next. Waiting idly for the night of the clan massacre wasn't his style. He had to make preparations in advance.

Today happened to be the day the clan was holding a meeting. Perhaps he could go persuade the clansmen to prepare early, so they could give Danzo a surprise when the time came.

"Whose little brat is this? Why aren't you running home to drink milk? Is this somewhere you're allowed to be?!"

At the entrance to the hall where the Uchiha clan was holding its meeting, a scar-faced Uchiha clansman blocked Sasuke's path.

"Hey, Ryusuke, watch your mouth. He's Clan Head Fugaku's younger son, Uchiha Sasuke, I think."

Uchiha Shuhei hurriedly reminded his companion of the child's identity.

Hearing that, Uchiha Ryusuke lowered his head and glanced sideways at Sasuke. He raised an eyebrow and said in an indifferent tone,

"Oh! So you're Clan Head Fugaku's son. Then I'm truly sorry—I didn't recognize you."

"After all, compared to your genius brother, your talent is utterly worthless. And for someone with status but no talent, I, Ryusuke, have always looked down on people like that. So it's perfectly normal that I didn't recognize you."

"If your genius brother Uchiha Itachi were here, I'd definitely recognize him at a glance."

For some reason, the man seemed hostile toward Sasuke—or rather, toward Sasuke's entire family.

Belittling Sasuke while praising Itachi was clearly an attempt to drive a wedge between the brothers.

Sasuke didn't care about the reason. Since the other man was being so arrogant, Sasuke wasn't about to indulge him.

"Oh! Since you know your young master's identity, why aren't you getting the hell out of my way? After all, a good dog doesn't block the road!"

"What did you say, brat?!"

Uchiha Ryusuke flew into a rage. Veins bulged on his forehead, and the scars on his face writhed like centipedes.

"Don't think I won't dare beat you up just because you're the clan head's son! Or do you think you're Uchiha Itachi?!"

Crack! Crack!

Ryusuke clenched his fingers, making his knuckles crack like firecrackers.

In his mind, this little brat would surely be scared senseless by the sight.

So what if he was the clan head's son? He was still just a little kid.

However, Sasuke merely said calmly,

"Get lost. I'm not in the mood to waste time here with trash like you. Since we're from the same clan, I'll give you ten seconds to get out of my sight. Otherwise, I'll make sure you never get another chance to get lost."

"Ten, nine..."

"Heh heh!"

Uchiha Ryusuke was so angry that he laughed. He had never seen such an arrogant little brat before. Today, he had truly witnessed one.

"You really think you can do whatever you want with that pathetic status of yours? Today, I'll teach you something, you little punk!"

"This is the Uchiha clan, a clan that worships strength. Strength is everything. Your status means nothing in my eyes!"

"Today, I'll teach you, you clueless little brat, a proper lesson on Clan Head Fugaku's behalf."

The next moment, a fist as large as a sandbag shot toward Sasuke's head.

However, someone stopped it. The person who intervened was not Sasuke, but his companion, Uchiha Shuhei.

"Ryusuke! Calm down, calm down! Don't be impulsive! Clan Head Fugaku is holding a meeting inside! It wouldn't be good if you beat up his son outside."

Shuhei grabbed Ryusuke tightly, stopping him from attacking Sasuke.

Ah, just my luck. Why did I have to run into something like this?

Shuhei felt bitter inside. If he had known, he never would have stood guard with Ryusuke.

If the clan head's son got beaten here, he would definitely be implicated as well.

"Young Master Sasuke! You should go back quickly! There's a meeting going on inside, and they're discussing matters concerning the clan's rise and fall! No one is allowed to enter midway through. Even I, a Special Jonin, am not qualified to go inside!"

While holding Ryusuke back with all his strength, Uchiha Shuhei earnestly tried to persuade Sasuke.

"If I let you in without authorization, I'll receive a very severe punishment."

"So, Young Master Sasuke, please don't make things difficult for me. If you want to see your father, you can go home and wait. Once Clan Head Fugaku finishes the meeting, he should be back soon."

As the saying went, respect others by an inch, and they would respect you by a yard.

Uchiha Shuhei was being so reasonable that Sasuke felt embarrassed about forcing his way in.

After all, he was a reasonable person.

After thinking for a moment, Sasuke said to Shuhei,

"I have something urgent to tell everyone, so I have to go in. Of course, this is my own decision and has nothing to do with you. I guarantee you won't be punished!"

Uchiha Shuhei gave a helpless bitter smile and was about to say something when a powerful force suddenly came from his hand. Ryusuke had broken free.

He shoved Shuhei aside and roared, "Why are you wasting words on a little brat like him? For disobedient brats like this, a beating is all they need!"

"Stop it, Ryusuke! Calm down!"

Seeing this, Shuhei had been pushed away from Ryusuke and knew he had no way to stop him, so he could only shout in rebuke.

"Calm down? I'm very calm right now! Even if that coward Fugaku were standing here today, I'd still beat this little brat until he shits himself!"

Ryusuke's expression was crazed as he shouted excitedly.

There was a soundproof barrier inside the hall behind them, so he wasn't worried that Fugaku would hear him!

That coward Fugaku could only compromise again and again in the face of Konoha's higher-ups' intimidation, constantly sacrificing the clan's interests.

As a militant member of the clan, Uchiha Ryusuke deeply despised Fugaku's cowardly behavior.

If he could beat him, he would have punched Fugaku in the head at least twice.

Though he couldn't beat up the father, he could vent his anger on the son now. Naturally, he wouldn't let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip away!

At once, Ryusuke changed his fist into an open palm and viciously struck down at Sasuke's head from above.