Everyone Here Is Trash

"Who!?"

The Uchiha clan ninjas were startled and all turned toward the entrance.

At the same time, they were curious about which fool had been bold enough to barge so arrogantly into an Uchiha clan meeting.

As the dust settled, a small figure came into view.

The moment Fugaku saw who it was, his face darkened.

He never would have imagined that the intruder would be Sasuke, and that he had insulted every clansman present.

"Erha"—though he had no idea what it meant, it clearly was not a compliment.

Damn it! What were those two guards doing? How had they let this brat in!?

And when had Sasuke become so brazen?

He immediately shouted sternly:

"Sasuke! What are you doing here!? Is this a place a brat like you can come!?"

"Get home right now!"

Fugaku put on a stern face and directly brought out his authority as a father.

"Tsk! Fugaku, is this the son you raised? He has no manners at all, barging into such an important clan gathering!"

Zongren, who had witnessed the scene, immediately mocked him.

Fugaku ignored him and continued berating Sasuke:

"Hurry up and go home to wait! You've really gotten out of hand if you're not disciplined for three days. Just wait until I get back and teach you a lesson! I'll let you know—"

"Shut up! What the hell are you!? You think you're qualified to lecture me!?"

Before he could finish, he was cut off.

It was Sasuke who interrupted him. He stared indifferently at Fugaku, showing no regard for his father whatsoever.

"You coward, when faced with the Third Hokage's pressure, all you do is hide like a turtle. You think you're qualified to lecture me!?"

"Y-You... what did you say!?"

Fugaku's face darkened. He had never expected to be cursed out by his seven-year-old son, and in front of so many clansmen at that.

Was this still the son who would only lower his head respectfully and call him "Father"?

"Get out of here! How can a little brat like you spout nonsense about clan matters!?"

Fugaku's expression sank. "This is no place for you to speak, and a little brat like you has no right to attend the clan meeting. Get the hell out of here!"

"Heh!"

Sasuke sneered disdainfully.

"The one who should get lost is you. You hesitate when trouble comes and act indecisively. When facing that old bastard, the Third Hokage, all you do is back down. You're nothing but a coward. Calling you spineless is already giving you too much credit!"

"He said you weren't fit to be clan head. He wasn't wrong at all."

As he spoke, Sasuke pointed at Zongren on the other side.

"Hiss..."

The Uchiha clansmen all sucked in a sharp breath. They had never expected a son to dare speak to his own father like that.

That was downright outrageous!

They looked at Fugaku with strange expressions, as if saying, "This is the clan head? He can't even control his own son!"

Noticing the looks his clansmen were giving him, how could Fugaku remain calm? His face was already covered in frost.

"You unfilial brat, I'll break your legs!"

It was one thing for others to say he was unfit to be clan head, but now even his own seven-year-old son was saying it. That was absolutely intolerable!

And he had utterly lost face today. He would beat the shit out of this brat.

Fugaku immediately strode toward Sasuke. With every step he took, the rage in his eyes deepened.

Oh ho! A show was about to begin!

A spectacular display of fatherly love and filial piety was about to unfold. How exciting!

The Uchiha clansmen eagerly settled in to watch.

But just as Fugaku had reached the halfway point, a figure blocked his path.

"Fugaku, don't be so hot-tempered! He's just a child. He was only telling the truth, there's no need to get so worked up."

Zongren stood in front of Fugaku with a smile on his face.

"Besides, I think your son has great potential. At least he has more backbone than you! He'll definitely become a genius no less talented than Itachi Uchiha!"

Then he turned to Sasuke and asked with a smile:

"Kid! I like your attitude. Your name is Sasuke, right? Good. Our Uchiha clan needs spirited young men like you!"

Then he stretched out a hand toward Sasuke from afar, his expression grand and heroic.

"Come on, kid! Want to be my grandson? I guarantee I can uncover your talent better than Fugaku can and make you the youngest powerhouse in our Uchiha clan."

Fugaku: "..."

Good lord! He had never seen anyone so shameless. He was asking his son to become his grandson right in front of him. Was he that eager to take advantage of him?

If Sasuke acknowledged Zongren as his grandfather, then wouldn't Fugaku become Zongren's son!?

"Zongren, don't go too far!"

"Hehe! I was just saying it casually, Fugaku. Don't take it so seriously!"

Zongren shrugged indifferently. He had only done it to disgust Fugaku.

Then he continued smiling as he asked Sasuke, "So, what do you think, kid? Want to acknowledge me as your grandfather?"

Sasuke looked at him with a cold expression.

"Get lost! What the hell are you!? You're just a rabid dog that knows how to bark. I'd think my shoes were dirty if you touched them!"

"You little brat, what did you say!?"

The smile on Zongren's face stiffened. He had not expected this brat to show him so little respect!

"Trash!"

"Who are you calling trash!?"

Zongren's face had completely darkened.

"Oh! Don't misunderstand. I wasn't talking about you." Sasuke's gaze swept over everyone present. Then he leaned forward and spoke calmly.

"I mean everyone here is trash!"

Boom!!!

It was like a boulder had crashed into a still lake, and the Uchiha clansmen instantly erupted.

Arrogant!

Too arrogant!

Everyone here was at least a jonin. When had they ever suffered such humiliation, being insulted like this by a seven-year-old brat!?

"Brat! Do you even know what you're saying!?"

"You little bastard! Watch your mouth! No one here is going to indulge you!"

"Fugaku, look at the wonderful son you raised. He has no respect for his elders at all."

The Uchiha clansmen all rose to their feet. Quite a few of them activated their Three-Tomoe Sharingan and glared furiously at Sasuke.

"Hmph! Don't deny it just because I called you trash!"

Sasuke snorted coldly. Facing the powerful pressure radiating from all those Three-Tomoe Sharingan, he remained utterly fearless.

"As far as I'm concerned, there's no difference between your so-called moderates and radicals. You're all trash!"

"When the moderates face suppression, all they do is compromise and keep selling out the clan's interests. In the end, they'll only become fish on the chopping block."

"The so-called radicals are nothing more than rabid dogs that bark all day. Other than shouting slogans about 'rebellion, rebellion,' they accomplish absolutely nothing."

"If you're going to rebel, have you made any preparations?"

"Have you gathered intelligence? Do you have clan defense measures? Do you have emergency plans for unexpected situations?"

"No! All you bastards do is shout slogans every day. What, do you think shouting slogans can scare the Third Hokage and Danzo to death or something?"

"I'm afraid you trash don't even know whether the clan's intelligence has been leaked!"

"What a bunch of useless trash!"

Sasuke berated them loudly, his lone voice drowning out every Uchiha present!