White Fang: Got It, the Whole Clan Is Mentally Ill

Overcome by shock and fury, Fugaku's right hand uncontrollably tightened with mad force.

Crack!

In the quiet room, a sharp cracking sound suddenly exploded.

The hard ceramic teacup in Fugaku's hand was crushed to pieces by his bare grip!

Scalding tea mixed with sharp shards of porcelain streamed down, instantly piercing his palm.

Blood dripped through his fingers, staining the tatami with a spreading patch of red.

Sakumo's smile froze.

He stared blankly at Fugaku's blood-covered hands.

Yet this Uchiha clan head did not even frown, as if he could not feel pain at all!

Sakumo furrowed his brows, a trace of gravity and bewilderment appearing in his eyes.

Kakashi, kneeling behind them, sucked in a cold breath and instinctively recoiled half a step.

[ Ding! Astonishment Points from Hatake Sakumo, +888! ]

[ Ding! Extreme Terror Points from Kakashi Hatake, +1000! ]

[ Ding! Guard-Break Points from Uchiha Fugaku, +1000! ]

Sakumo could not help swallowing.

Was it really just because the tea was too bitter?!

If it was bitter, he could have just put it down. Why did he have to crush the cup and hurt himself?!

Or was this some unspeakable personal hobby of Fugaku's?!

His gaze discreetly swept over Fugaku's entire body.

Bloodshot eyes, throbbing veins at his temples, and muscles tensed to an extremely unnatural degree.

Then he recalled what he had seen in the courtyard half an hour ago.

Nohibi, sitting in the middle of a mud pit, laughing wildly at the sky while shouting, "Eating is something weaklings do."

One could barely communicate normally, while the other crushed a teacup until he bled without even noticing.

The only thing those two had in common was that they had both activated the Sharingan!

An utterly outrageous thought emerged in Sakumo's mind.

Could