The three tomoe in Itachi's eyes suddenly changed.
The Mangekyō Sharingan opened.
A cold, immense ocular power bore down on Fugaku.
The sorrow in Fugaku's eyes faded.
The three-bladed pinwheel pattern in his eyes spun madly, clashing fiercely in midair with his own son's ocular power without yielding an inch.
Orochimaru watched the scene with great interest, a sickly gleam of excitement flickering in his golden snake eyes.
"What a splendid family drama. Father and son turning on each other—and both with the Uchiha's Mangekyō Sharingan."
"Itachi-kun, it seems your mission has run into a little trouble."
Kakuzu, meanwhile, appeared somewhat impatient.
"Enough nonsense."
"Uchiha Yao's head, along with Uchiha Fugaku's, is worth a fortune."
Kakuzu's gaze locked tightly onto Uchiha Yao, who stood to one side.
In Kakuzu's eyes, this newly appointed Uchiha Clan head was tonight's greatest variable.
Facing the undisguised killing intent of two S-rank Rogue Ninja, Uchiha Yao did not retreat in the slightest.
He released his own aura, letting it collide with Orochimaru's and Kakuzu's.
Uchiha Yao glanced at Uchiha Fugaku and Itachi, then spoke to them.
"This isn't a suitable stage for us."
"Hm?"
Orochimaru raised a brow, the smile on his face turning even more amused.
"Brat, are you talking to us?"
The killing intent around Kakuzu had already condensed into something tangible.
"Looks like you're in a hurry to die."
Ignoring Kakuzu's provocation, Uchiha Yao continued, "Leave this place to the father and son."
"After all, this is their family matter."
"As for you two..."
A look of contempt appeared on Uchiha Yao's face.
"If you want to die, let's find somewhere more spacious."
"I'm afraid the commotion will be too loud and disturb them."
Arrogant!
Utterly arrogant!
The smile on Orochimaru's face vanished completely, replaced by intense, chilling killing intent.
Kakuzu