Reversing Fate 8

Clang.

The Kitchen Knife in Mikoto Uchiha's hand tapped lightly against the Cutting Board.

She finally stopped what she was doing and turned around. Her usual gentle expression had given way to one of grave seriousness.

She crouched down, gripped Sasuke's shoulders with both hands, and fixed him with a sharp gaze.

"Sasuke, are you sure that's what Naruto told you? A Black Robe? A One-Eyed Mask? And they really mentioned the Sharingan and Shisui?"

Her voice remained steady, but Sasuke could feel the faint tremor in her fingertips.

"Yeah! That's exactly what Naruto told me!"

Sasuke nodded hard, playing the part of a child frightened by his mother's stern reaction into confirming every detail.

"He also said the man in the Black Robe and mask didn't seem like a good person. He kept appearing and disappearing out of nowhere."

Mikoto took a deep breath. The concern in her eyes was almost impossible to contain.

She patted Sasuke's back and forced a reassuring smile. "All right. Mom understands. This is very important. Thank you for telling me."

"But promise me you won't mention it to anyone else, including your classmates. Understand? It might be an important village secret."

"Okay, Mom. I understand," Sasuke answered obediently.

Mikoto stood, but her gaze drifted through the kitchen window toward Fugaku Uchiha's Study. Her eyes grew deep with worry.

She had clearly connected the dots between Danzo, the mysterious masked man, the Sharingan, and the plot against Shisui. She had realized that a vast conspiracy against the Uchiha might lie behind it all.

Watching his mother's thoughtful profile, Sasuke knew he had planted the seed.

Before long, the news would reach his father, Fugaku Uchiha, through his mother—the most natural and unquestionable route possible.

He quietly left the Kitchen. *Now Father should be on