Sakumo sat on the tatami, laughing nonstop. It was unclear whether he was laughing at Fugaku's underhanded tactics or at the fact that Fugaku's Mangekyō turned other people mute.
"All right, all right, Sakumo, my friend. Stop making fun of me."
"I only did it to prove a point."
Fugaku placed the Akimichi Clan's secret-recipe grilled meat he had picked up into Sakumo's bowl.
"How about teaching a few classes at our Uchiha Academy, Sakumo?"
An idea suddenly struck Fugaku. Since they couldn't teach the other things, what about teaching Kenjutsu?
There was no helping it. Uchiha throwing techniques and Taijutsu absolutely required the Sharingan. Or rather, the Uchiha developed their methods of attack around the Sharingan.
Fugaku felt rather helpless when it came to teaching civilians, even though he was now a Konoha elder and didn't have to concern himself with the academy.
But watching an academy bearing the Uchiha name lose? That was still something he couldn't do.
"Me?" Sakumo pointed at himself.
"Fugaku, don't you know how many ANBU there are?"
"I can barely spare any time for my own son, and you want me to go yammer away at the academy?"
Sakumo suddenly put on an exhausted face, as though telling Fugaku that it wasn't that he didn't want to help, but that he simply couldn't manage it!
Sigh...
Fugaku didn't want to push Sakumo, either. As an elder, he naturally knew something about the ANBU, but when it came to teaching civilians, his Uchiha really might not measure up to those brutes from the Eastern Front.
After all, most of the Eastern Front's ninja had started out as civilians themselves and knew how to help civilians improve as much as possible.
What was he supposed to do? Fugaku could already imagine how the villagers would