Second Pillar, one of the Four Laughing Maniacs, was charging toward Naruto with a belly full of rage.
This time, he did not even bother with greetings. He swung his fist straight at Naruto's face.
Second Pillar had been happily running home, only to walk in and see his father's face wrapped in bandages, even his Sharingan covered up.
No matter how he asked, his father would not utter a single word.
It was only after secretly overhearing the clan members whispering among themselves that he learned what had happened: his father's pair of Sharingan had been forced out of him by that blind Naruto.
The moment Naruto understood what was going on, he blew up on the spot.
Looking at Sasuke charging at him with killing intent, Naruto grinned.
"Been too comfortable at the Ninja Academy these past few years, huh? Forgotten how hard my fists are?"
Naruto casually flicked his hand, knocking Sasuke's incoming fist wildly off course. Then one hand slammed Sasuke to the ground, and no matter how he struggled, he could not break free.
"Let go! Let go of me! Give my dad's eyes back!"
Sasuke clawed wildly at the ground like a fish out of water.
But with that little strength of his, how could he possibly wrestle against Naruto, who had trained in the Eight Gates Released Formation for years?
Naruto sneered, pulled out the pair of Sharingan from his pocket, and waved them before Sasuke's eyes—just close enough for him to see, but nowhere near close enough to grab.
"Want to take them back? You're still far from it. Get mad. Only when you're mad enough to explode will you have the strength."
Naruto's voice brushed against his ear like a blade.
Sasuke's face twisted, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
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