This Clan Is Too Terrifying!

Fugaku waited.

He waited for the footsteps outside the door that could turn the tide.

As long as that idiot Nohibi arrived with the Security Force's elite, even if he completely fell out with the White Fang today, he would never retreat a single step!

Finally...

"Clunk, drag... clunk, drag..."

Slow, dragging footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate.

A flash of brilliance erupted in Fugaku's eyes.

They were here!

They had finally arrived!

He straightened his back, and his hands, which had been trembling from extreme tension, instantly became as steady as stone.

He took a deep breath, ready to welcome his loyal subordinate with the most arrogant posture possible.

Soon, a hand covered in mud and water pushed open the courtyard gate.

Then, beneath the moonlight, Uchiha Yehuo entered the courtyard with a limping swagger, his face bruised black and purple, one eye narrowed to a slit, and half his face swollen high.

His purple, eggplant-like pig head even bore clear shoeprints.

A soggy rotten cabbage leaf still hung from his left shoulder, fluttering lightly in the night breeze.

Even so, he still walked slowly.

His hands remained firmly shoved into his pockets, while he kept his head raised at his signature aloof forty-five-degree angle.

The wild joy on Fugaku's face vanished as though someone had splashed a basin of cold water over him when he saw the empty night behind Yehuo.

The night wind blew past.

There was not even a shadow outside the courtyard.

Fugaku stood there blankly, even the Three-Tomoe in his eyes ceasing to spin.

The corner of his mouth twitched wildly, and his voice seemed to squeeze out through clenched teeth.

"Where are they? Why are you the only one here?!"

Yehuo stopped, painfully twisted his neck, and glanced at Fugaku through his