Fugaku is waiting.
He was waiting for the footsteps outside the door that could turn everything around.
As long as that idiot Nohibi comes with Security Force's elite troops, even if he and White Fang completely break up today, he will never take a step back!
Finally...
"Kudeng, drag... Kudeng, drag..."
There were bursts of slow shuffling footsteps outside the courtyard gate.
Fugaku's eyes burst into light on the spot.
Coming!
It's finally here!
His back was straight, and his hands that were originally shaking due to extreme nervousness were as steady as a rock.
He took a deep breath and prepared to greet his loyal subordinates with the most arrogant attitude.
Soon, a hand full of mud and water pushed open the courtyard door.
Then under the moonlight, Uchiha Yehuo looked at the face with bruises and bruises, slits between the eyes like knives, and half of the face was swollen.
There was even a purple eggplant pig head with shoe prints clearly printed on it, limping into the yard.
The wet rotten cabbage leaf on his left shoulder was still hanging, floating slightly in the night wind.
Even so, he still walked very slowly.
With his hands firmly in his pockets, he still raised his head to maintain his iconic forty-five-degree elevation angle.
The ecstasy on Fugaku's face, when he saw clearly the empty night behind Nohibi, was like someone pouring cold water on him.
The night wind blows.
There wasn't even a ghost outside the yard.
Fugaku stood there blankly, and Three-Tomoe in his eyes stopped spinning.
The corners of his mouth twitched wildly, and the sound was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Where are the people? Why are you the only one?!"
Nohibi stopped, twisted his neck with great effort, and glanced at Fugaku with the remaining eye slit.
He glanced around the room blankly.
Then, he spoke with a puzzled look on his face.
Because the lips are so swollen, the word "call" sounds like "".
"Who should I pay to? Who should I pay to?"
This second.
Fugaku:"???"
I want you to order all Security Force elites to come to the rescue.
Why did you go back and change into a more abstract look in the middle of the night, and then come over to show me?!
Is this my squadron leader?!
Fugaku didn't even hesitate for a second.
"Bang!!!"
He didn't even say hello, he jumped directly from the mat, and his whole person turned into an afterimage, appearing in front of Nohibi in an instant.
His right leg was like a whip, and he roared, "I'll call your mother a person."
The size 42 clogs were accurately printed on Nohibi's already swollen face!
There was a dull explosion.
Nohibi didn't even have time to make defensive moves. He transformed into a human gyroscope again and took off on the spot without even touching the ground!
This is his third takeoff tonight!
He drew a perfect parabola in mid-air and smashed open the half-closed courtyard door with a bang on his back.
Nohibi rolled twice on the ground and lay sprawled in the moonlight of the yard.
However this is just the beginning.
Fugaku has been completely mad and has no regard for the dignity of the clan leader.
His eyes were red, and he pulled out the saber he had hidden just now from behind the door.
With knife and sheath.
Fugaku held the handle of the knife with his backhand, strode forward and faced Nohibi who was lying on the ground, unleashing a barrage of brutal and brutal output!
It's like playing whack-a-mole or spinning top.
The scabbard breaks through the air and the sound reaches the flesh!
Under the originally silent night sky, a series of abstract screams that could tear apart the soul erupted.
The screams penetrated half of the clan, rising and falling one after another, with a twist in the tone.
"Ouch↘↗↘!"
"Bang!"
"Ouch↘↗↘hohoho!"
"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!"
"Ah~~~!"
Nohibi held his head and rolled crazily in the mud, being beaten until his teeth were all over the ground.
[Ding! Guard-Break Points from Uchiha Fugaku, +1500!]
[Ding! Guard-Break Points from Uchiha Yehuo, +1000!]
[Ding! Defense breaking from Kakashi Hatake, +2000!]
inside the house.
Sakumo's hand holding the empty tea cup was hanging in the air, his chin was slightly open, and he maintained a dull expression that was extremely inconsistent with his identity.
In the corner, Kakashi hugged his legs and huddled up, pressing against the wall.
Dead Fish Eyes is full of horror and shock.
He looked at the dignified Uchiha Clan clan leader, swinging his scabbard like a street gangster, and whipping a squadron leader of his clan to death.
Kakashi Something seems to be growing rapidly in my mind.
He turned his head and looked at Uchiha Ye, who was still sitting on the mat with his hands in his pockets.
At this moment, a thunder flashed through Kakashi's mind, and he realized it!
He finally understood why Ye was so perverted and strong during Taijutsu's sparring!
It turns out that this is how Uchiha Clan operates!
No matter what your status is or what position you are in, you will be beaten as soon as you say it, without even a consultation!
Inhumane, inhumane!
Uchiha seems to be a family, but in fact they are just raising Gu!
Despite the large number of people in this family, only one or two will survive in the end.
And these two are the ultimate Gu kings of Uchiha, and their strength must be boundless.
Therefore, we live in this kind of Shura field environment where everyone is mentally ill and goes crazy at any time.
If you don't become a monster, you can only become that screaming bloody gourd on the ground!
"It's too scary... This family is too scary..." Kakashi murmured to himself, feeling a deep sense of awe towards the night.
Just when Nohibi was about to lose his breath, the five-minute one-sided violence finally ushered in a change.
Sakumo finally recovered from the shock, and a Body Flicker Technique appeared beside Fugaku, grabbing Fugaku's wrist that was about to swing down again.
"Fugaku Patriarch! Stop it! I'm killing another person!"
Sakumo frowned and forcefully pulled Fugaku away from the madness by two steps.
He lowered his head and glanced at the purple eggplant head on the ground that was so swollen that even his mother could not recognize it. He took a closer look and finally confirmed his idea.
"This... isn't this brother Nohibi?"
To be honest, when Nohibi first came in wearing a pig's head, Sakumo really didn't recognize him at all.
Did you water the flowers just now?
Why is it suddenly like this now?
Sakumo looked at Fugaku, who was panting heavily in surprise.
"Warehouse No. 7 was at the border a while ago. If brothers Nohibi and Ye hadn't come to the rescue in time, I would have been in trouble."
"When the benefactor met, why did the clan leader take such a deadly step?"
Fugaku froze suddenly, and the scabbard in his hand fell to the ground with a "clack".
"You... what did you say?"
Fugaku thought he was hearing things, "He? Saved you?"
Fugaku turned his head and stared at Nohibi who was like a puddle of mud on the ground.
Nohibi raised his head with a bruised nose and swollen face, and spat out a mouthful of sand mixed with blood.
Facing the clan leader's murderous gaze, he nodded crazily like a chicken pecking at rice, feeling extremely aggrieved.
After working on it for a long time, Hatake Sakumo is not here to grab people for the senior management at all today!
I brought my son here to apologize to my savior?!
Then the series of resistance I showed just now by flipping the table, pinching the cup, and splashing my crotch...
In the eyes of Sakumo, what is the difference between himself and a lunatic?!
Even though he is the head of the clan, Fugaku is extremely embarrassed.
He pointed at Nohibi's nose with trembling hands, his eyes nearly popped out, and his voice was horribly low, speaking every word.
"Why didn't you report such an important thing to me?!"
Nohibi sat in the muddy water and scratched his swollen scalp blankly.
A trace of confusion flashed across his swollen eyes, and he frowned and recalled for a long time.
Then he spoke, and there was even a hint of righteous innocence and grievance in his tone.
"I wanted to report when I came back."
"But you told me to get out of here."
He paused and added a decisive sentence very naturally.
"After that... I always thought I had reported it."