"I thought I reported it!"
These nine short words directly confused Fugaku.
Fugaku slowly opened his eyes and stood expressionless, staring at the night sky with empty eyes.
A bleak autumn wind blew by, picking up a few fallen leaves and hitting his trousers stained with tea and mud.
It was as if all the energy and energy had been sucked out of the whole person.
Fugaku closed his eyes in despair, and there was even a trace of tears flashing in the corners of his eyes.
He used all his strength to force out a hoarse sigh from between his teeth.
"Uchiha Clan..."
"Hurry up and finish it..."
[Ding! Dao heart destruction value from Uchiha Fugaku, +4500!]
[Ding! The shattering value of family honor from Uchiha Fugaku, +2000!]
However, after this farce, the misunderstanding was finally resolved.
I understand that Sakumo came with good intentions.
Fugaku's stern face also flushed red, and he was so embarrassed that he almost wanted to dig out a three-bedroom apartment in the yard with his toes.
He kicked Nohibi on the ground angrily and told him to go to the side room and bring another table.
A few minutes later.
The brand new low table was set up, and Nohibi, who was covered with hair, was forced to work as a coolie, standing aside to serve tea and pour water.
The fire in the house Yakumi finally dissipated.
Ye knelt down at the table, lifted the new teapot with extremely graceful movements, and poured a full cup of scalding tea into the teacup in front of Fugaku.
The water vapor was thick, and Ye put his hands on his chin, tilted his head, and smiled harmlessly, but his tone was full of teasing.
"Master Patriarch, please try this newly brewed tea. Is it not bitter anymore?"
Fugaku's eyes twitched crazily.
He knew that this little bastard was deliberately exposing scars, but he couldn't lose face!
The dignified Uchiha Clan Head must not show the slightest bit of cowardice in front of White Fang.
"Bitter?"
Fugaku snorted coldly, his eyes steady.
He suddenly picked up the cup of scalding hot tea and raised his head without batting an eyelid.
"Gudong."
Hot tea enters the throat, like lava passing through it.
Fugaku's eyes bulged, the veins on his neck bulged immediately, and his face turned even redder than Sharingan's.
But he gritted his teeth and didn't cough out.
He placed the empty cup heavily on the table and forced an extremely unintentional sigh from his throat.
"This tea is so fragrant!"
Ye lowered his head to drink tea, and the corners of his mouth curved almost imperceptibly.
Sakumo, who was sitting opposite, looked at this scene, smiled and took a sip of his tea, his eyebrows relaxed.
But in my heart it was completely settled.
Don't run away, these Uchiha are all ruthless people, and they are all crazy.
In future dealings, we must smooth things over.
After three rounds of tea, the atmosphere finally calmed down.
Four people sat around a low table, chatting.
Sakumo told a few anecdotes about Kakashi's childhood, and Fugaku occasionally commented.
The conversation between the two fathers was much more harmonious than imagined.
Sakumo held the tea cup and looked at the tea leaves floating in the cup, his thoughts uncontrollably drifting into the depths.
In fact, he came to Uchiha compound in the middle of the night tonight, was it really just to give him a knife and say thank you?
Of course not.
Sakumo's peripheral vision swept in the direction of Konoha Hokage Building, and there was an indescribable chill in his heart.
After returning from the border, he also noticed the strangeness of the village's public opinion.
Based on everything that happened during the mission, he knew that someone wanted to praise and kill him, and this person was definitely Konoha leadership.
He knew that the higher-ups had murderous intentions towards him.
He can fight to death for Konoha at any time, but he can only worry about Kakashi.
Once something happens to him, the hands in the dark will definitely reach out to this genius.
Therefore, he must find a way out for Kakashi in advance.
Find a backer who is big enough and not even the top brass dares to do evil things easily.
Looking at the entire Konoha, there is only one - Uchiha.
Sakumo raised his eyes and glanced at Fugaku, who was pretending to be calm on the opposite side, and made a secret calculation in his mind.
"Uchiha may act erratically, and even the patriarch's brain is not normal... but their background is too deep."
"If the top management wants to completely break this hard nut, they will have to remain in a stalemate for at least several more decades."
"Leave Kakashi to the night, leave it to Uchiha."
"As long as Uchiha doesn't fall, Kakashi can grow up safely."
And at this time.
Ye, who was sitting opposite, seemed bored and playing with his tea cup.
But I have noticed Fugaku's thoughts.
He cursed mercilessly in his heart.
"Uncle Sakumo, uncle Sakumo."
"Your wishful thinking is really sound, and your vision is quite vicious."
"What a pity, you still underestimated this fucking Uchiha."
"Do you think Uchiha has a deep foundation and can remain a safe haven for decades?"
Ye glanced at Fugaku opposite, who was clutching his stomach and gasping for air, and his eyes became extremely strange.
"I'm afraid you can't think of anything."
"It won't take decades at all.
Just a few years from now, the patriarch Tenten, who is suffering from neurasthenia due to paranoia, will give birth to a pure and peerless god of death."
"That 'filial son' will kill Uchiha Clan with his own hands."
"This big sheltered ship you found for Kakashi, the damn captain's son is the ultimate blaster."
After drinking all the tea, it was already dark.
Just when the night thought it was over, Sakumo suddenly stood up.
His face was extremely solemn and he did not speak. Instead, he looked down at the Short Sword that he had hung around his waist for half his life.
The moonlight shines in through the window lattice and shines on the white scabbard, giving off a cold silver glow.
Sakumo's fingers slowly placed on the handle of the knife.
"Click."
He actually took off the entire White Fang Short Sword, which symbolized the glory of the Hatake Clan and the soul of the warrior, including the sword and sheath.
Then, he raised his hands flat and handed the knife to Ye in front of Ye with very slow, heavy and solemn movements.
"I leave this knife to you."
Everyone present held their breath at the same time.
Shinobi World Who knows, for a samurai, the sword is always there.
This famous Shinobi World Chakra Blade, giving a knife means inheritance, but also protection!
Fugaku's breathing became rapid. He was very aware of the weight of this knife.
Sakumo's move puts all the credibility and combat power of the Hatake Clan behind this seven-year-old child.
Use the reputation of White Fang of the Leaf to guarantee Ye!
This means that whoever dares to touch Uchiha Ye in the future will not only be the enemy of Uchiha, but also face the murderous intention of White Fang of the Leaf.
The top management wants to move the night?
Let's cross the White Fang hurdle first!
Facing the super amulet thrown by Sakumo, Ye lowered her eyelashes and stared at the white scabbard lying in front of her palm.
All the loose and careless expressions were put away.
He stood up with an extremely solemn expression and took the White Fang Short Sword with both hands.
"Thank you, Uncle Sakumo. I will definitely live up to this knife."
Ye Shen bent down and performed a standard junior salute.
He bent very low and spoke firmly.
Sakumo smiled, and his eyes softened completely.
He stretched out his generous palm and rubbed Ye's hair vigorously, messing up the black hair. His eyes were full of expectation and trust.
"Good boy."
Sakumo took back his hand, turned around and glanced at Kakashi, who was still in a daze, "Let's go, stop being stuck."
Kakashi only then came to his senses and hurriedly followed his father's footsteps and strode away.
Peace returned to the courtyard.
Fugaku turned his head and stared at White Fang Short Sword in Ye's hand.
"Keep it well!"
"Ye, if you need anything in the future, whether it's ninjutsu secrets or training resources, just come to me directly."
"The resources of the entire clan are tilted towards you unconditionally!"
Ye nodded obediently.
After the explanation was completed, Fugaku was satisfied.
He grabbed Nohibi, who was still kneeling on the ground in the corner working as a coolie, by the collar, and dragged this idiot who had failed to achieve anything but failed more than failed, out.
When he was leaving the hospital, Nohibi, with his pig-headed face covered in bruises and purples, turned his neck to take a look back at Ye.
He squeezed his swollen eyes at Ye.
He showed an extremely twisted, extremely eye-catching, and extremely sincere smile, and at the same time gave a crazy thumbs up.
That expression seemed to say, "The overall situation has been decided, the overall situation has been decided!"
The picture is extremely funny and eye-catching.
Ye watched the two people disappear into the night with an expressionless face, then closed the courtyard door and let out a long breath.
He weighed the heavy White Fang Short Sword in his hand.
"Uncle Sakumo."
Ye murmured to himself, in a low voice that only he could hear, "Don't worry, I won't let the person who deserves to live die this time."