Led by a trembling "prison guard," Fugaku arrived at the prison's sealed gate.
The seal had been released, and a push would open it. The prison guard was drenched in sweat, his legs shaking uncontrollably.
Fugaku was somewhat puzzled. Am I that frightening? He was just about to ask him.
The prison guard gave him a slight bow, then scrambled away, leaving Fugaku alone in his sorrow.
Has the Uchiha's reputation really sunk this low...?
Straightening his clothes and composing his expression, Fugaku pushed open the prison's sealed gate!
The thick stench of blood filling the prison passage seemed to have found an "outlet" and rushed straight into Fugaku's face, making him feel as though he stood in a slaughterhouse!
Fugaku's will had already been tempered on battlefields like meat grinders, yet even he could not help covering his nose at this appalling sight.
What happened?!
Open cells lined both sides of the narrow passage. The prison walls, already marked by the passage of years, were now covered in spattered blood.
Under the dim lights, the spatters gleamed darkly. The prison air was filled with warmth, the metallic stench of blood mingling with the damp odor of the cells, making him dizzy...
Fugaku swallowed, lowered the hand covering his nose, and stepped into the narrow passage, where there was nowhere to put his feet.
Broken chains lay scattered along the passage, and mangled human remains were piled in layers on either side, leaving only a few places to step in the middle.
In the dim light, Fugaku could still make out the faces of a few prisoners who remained intact.
Their eyes revealed deep despair and terror. These remains kept telling Fugaku without a sound...
This had been a massacre!
Konoha Prison held both shinobi criminals and civilians guilty of