Chapter 141 Uchiha’s Back (Ch 141)

The audience was already furious at the sight of these two people’s intrigues, and Danzo had an inner monologue after he walked out of the office, which made everyone so angry that they exploded on the spot.

Not only did this old man want to make some small moves to force the Uchiha to rebel, he also took the opportunity to kill people and dig out their eyes, and he even didn’t intend to let the unconscious Hatake Sakumo go.

The screen was filled with barrages of comments, and everyone was as anxious as ants on a hot pan, wishing they could get into the screen and kill Danzo.

[Shimura Danzo I will kill you!!!]

[Being a fan of Shimura Danzo will be my only cyber criminal record]

[Why can’t I enter the ninja world! I don’t want to watch Uchiha get killed!]

[Help! Someone please save Uchiha! ! ! ]

[Old thief, hurry up and arrange a villain to kill Danzo!! I will never scold you for being abrupt!!]

[How can you say that? Can the one who killed Danzo be called a villain? You should call him a hero!]

[Is this the time to worry about what to call me?! ! !]

[If Shimura Danzo succeeds, it will be the darkest moment in Konoha’s history]

It was late at night again, and Uchiha Fugaku returned home. This time he did not hesitate and strode into the house with the information about Naraku.

Since she wanted revenge, Mikoto would definitely not be able to hide the news.

Rather than letting her hear this unexpectedly somewhere, it is better to prepare herself mentally now.

Fugaku helped his wife sit down on the couch, and then he sat upright opposite her.

Mikoto had already had a premonition from her husband’s serious expression. Considering that Naraku had been away for more than ten days and there was still no news, she clutched the hem of her clothes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

Even though she was mentally prepared, the moment she heard the definitive result, Mikoto still burst into tears and sobbed softly, covering her face.

The moonlight poured into Naraku’s room through the gap in the window. On the neat single bed was a set of new clothes that Mikoto had just bought for Naraku.

The Uchiha family crest embroidered on the cloth was small and delicate, with layers of silk threads gleaming in the moonlight.

“Naraku didn’t die because of the mission.”

Hearing her husband’s voice full of hatred, Mikoto gritted her teeth and wiped away her tears, then placed her hands on Fugaku’s shoulders and told him in a firm tone.

“You have to avenge Naraku.”

“Revenge for the innocent people who died.”

“Revenge for what the Uchiha have endured.”

Fugaku looked straight into Mikoto’s eyes, until he saw the depths of her tears, which contained a determination to never give up until she achieved her goal.

——You, me, and all of us must not stop until the perpetrator pays the price he deserves.

[Fugaku and Mikoto lost their first child before their first child was born]

[Will Mikoto regret not stopping him a few more times?]

[When the child is born and grows up to be the same age as Naraku, will this dress ever see the light of day again?]

[No, buddy! Why are you so addicted to knives?]

[Mikoto is much stronger than we thought]

[Will the other Uchiha agree to use the whole clan’s strength to avenge Naraku alone?]

[If we choose to turn a blind eye to such a murder, the Uchiha clan will lose its backbone! Only then will it be the end!]

[Peace survives when it is sought through struggle, but it dies when it is sought through compromise]

The next episode opens late at night, with a gray shadow entering the hospital and going into the locked archive room.

A faint firelight lit up, and Kakashi’s face appeared on the screen, busy searching for something.

He found a relatively new medical record book from a corner. The rustling sound of quickly flipping pages was heard, and the camera followed his gaze to a certain page.

Several records were quickly released by the passive painter in close-up form, with key words focused with white light, allowing the audience to quickly understand what was written in the file.

[Knife wounds], [about 6 open wounds], [shoulder], [chest], [severe blood loss]…

No matter how you look at it, this is damage sustained during the battle.

Kakashi’s hands were shaking.

He felt an extremely intense pain coming from his heart, as if despair and regret turned into a knife, cutting off his heart piece by piece.

–Why would you believe such ridiculous rumors?

Even though he knew that there was an illusion at work, he could not forgive himself for what he did that night.

[shocking]

[The two people he cares about the most were murdered. Kakashi will probably live on hatred from now on.]

[This illusion is really powerful. Kakashi, who was hit, didn’t feel anything unusual at all. He only realized something was wrong when he woke up.]

[Was it Jhin who did it?]

[Based on the current information, Jin is the most likely person. His illusion skills are too high, so it is not difficult for him to manipulate Kakashi.]

[I hate it so much. If Naraku were still alive, maybe he could compete with Jin someday.]

[It’s a pity that Naraku is gone… wuwuwuwu]

As time went by, Kakashi was in agony. He couldn’t help thinking about what happened that night, punishing himself like mental torture.

Whenever he was about to give up, the fire of hatred would beat in his chest, questioning whether he could be worthy of his father and Naraku by escaping in this way?

Who on earth caused my father to remain unconscious till now?

Who tampered with his mind and made him do something to hurt Naraku?

Until he finds the murderer and takes revenge, he must keep living no matter how much pain he has to endure.

[How can I control my longing?]

[Wow wow wow… our Kaka is so miserable…]

[Kakashi is becoming a shell of himself. Hatred is the fuel that keeps him alive]

[At least there is hope as long as you are alive. Kakashi must work hard to live and grow up.]

[I’m a little scared. If Kakashi continues investigating, he might end up finding Danzo.]

[Will he be silenced?]

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Naraku looked at Kakashi’s distraught appearance on the screen and pursed his lips.

Compared to the information relayed by White Zetsu, the images and sounds were more impactful, and made him a little restless.

–Wait a moment, Kakashi, I’ll probably be back soon.

He muttered to himself, rubbed his aching conscience, and continued playing the animation.

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