Uchiha, Hurry Up and Die...

"I thought I'd already reported it!"

Those nine short words left Fugaku completely stunned.

Fugaku slowly opened his eyes and stood there expressionlessly, his empty gaze fixed on the night sky.

A bleak autumn wind swept past, rolling up a few fallen leaves and slapping them against the cuffs of his pants, which were stained with tea and mud.

It was as if every bit of spirit had been sucked out of him.

Fugaku closed his eyes in despair, and even a faint glimmer of tears flashed at the corners.

Using every ounce of strength in his body, he squeezed out a hoarse sigh through clenched teeth.

"The Uchiha Clan..."

"Hurry up and die already..."

[Ding! Dao Heart Shattering Value from Uchiha Fugaku: +4500!]

[Ding! Clan Honor Shattering Value from Uchiha Fugaku: +2000!]

After that farce, however, the misunderstanding was finally cleared up completely.

Fugaku now understood that Sakumo had come with good intentions.

Fugaku's stern face flushed bright red. He was so embarrassed that he practically wanted to dig out a three-bedroom apartment in the courtyard with his toes.

He irritably kicked Nohibi, who was lying on the ground, and told him to roll off to the side room and bring back another table.

A few minutes later.

A brand-new low table had been set up. Nohibi, his head covered in bumps, was forced into manual labor and stood at the side serving tea and pouring water.

The smell of gunpowder in the room finally vanished completely.

Ye sat kneeling beside the table and elegantly lifted the new teapot, filling Fugaku's cup to the brim with steaming hot tea.

Steam curled through the air. Ye rested his chin on his folded hands, tilted his head, and smiled with harmless innocence, though his tone was full of teasing.