These Old Foxes-Who Were They Putting on a Show For? Tonight, I Only Want the Flying Thunder God Kunai

But Hiruzen Sarutobi knew perfectly well that he could not tear things apart with the people before him.

He was not afraid of any one clan alone, but the problem was that more than half of Konoha's secret technique clans were gathered here.

"Where are the things my father left behind?"

Hiruzen Sarutobi felt his chest tighten.

Damn it, how the hell had this turned into such a complete mess?

Seeing Naruto's smug, show-watching expression, Hiruzen Sarutobi felt the blood rush straight to his head.

The intelligence he possessed was on a completely different level from Naruto's. Even if beaten to death, he would never have imagined that the little brat before him was the mastermind behind all this. He now pinned all his anger on Hyuga Hiashi, convinced that Hiashi was taking revenge for having been pushed out as a scapegoat back then, with Fugaku Uchiha's helping hand from those days thrown into the mix.

Hiruzen Sarutobi swept his gaze over the remaining Uchiha one by one and found that the survivors were all elderly men, elderly women, and children. Not a single member of the Konoha Military Police Force was in sight.

"Where is Clan Head Fugaku?"

His face was taut.

Hyuga Hiashi put on an expression of profound grief.

"The clan head... To protect his clansmen, he fought the traitor Itachi Uchiha until his final breath. He is gone."

Behind them, Naruto raised an eyebrow, utterly speechless.

He finally understood what it meant to perform on a stage with nothing but one's mouth.

Everyone knew perfectly well what schemes the others were harboring, yet they still had to wear expressions of boundless sorrow and sigh over the Uchiha Clan's tragedy.

Watching this performance, Naruto found it thoroughly dull.

If anyone had come out ahead tonight, it was