Chapter 120 Fugaku: The Plan Goes Well!
Sasuke pursed his lips, looking somewhat hesitant.
He didn't know whether he should tell Fugaku what had happened that day.
On the one hand, this matter was a bit too absurd, and he was afraid that Fugaku would not be able to accept an ancestor who looked exactly like his son.
On the other hand, he was afraid that Fugaku wouldn't be able to accept that an evil white-haired creature lived inside Itachi's stomach.
If he had said that, Fugaku probably wouldn't have dared to talk to his son anymore, since no one wants their real manly conversations with their son to be watched by an ancestor.
"It's okay, you don't have to say anything."
Seeing Sasuke's somewhat troubled expression, Fugaku gently patted his head.
Fugaku was thinking about some kind of Root secret, which Sasuke couldn't reveal to others.
Honestly, I'm getting senile.
I didn't even think of asking Sasuke about this. Sigh, the main problem is that Itachi is always with Root and never goes home.
Fugaku met Itachi in a genjutsu last night, which made him feel very comfortable.
Sasuke nodded, then asked about the school.
"Um, did you ask the school for leave for me?"
Sasuke took a bite of the grilled meat and then asked Fugaku.
"Forehead...."
Fugaku fell silent. Was it possible that he hadn't told the school in order to deceive Mikoto...?
"???"
Sasuke glanced at Fugaku, who remained silent, and his eyelids twitched.
"You didn't ask for leave?"
Fugaku nodded somewhat stiffly and said sullenly.
"It's okay. There shouldn't be any problems at school. Just tell them there's something going on at home."
Anyway, the school didn't dare to delve into the Uchiha family's affairs.
"..."
Sasuke could ignore the others, but he was certain that the blond guy would come looking for him tonight.
Fine, I'll skip class then. I'll train with my father for a while this afternoon, and then learn some ninjutsu from my teacher.
Sasuke shook his head. Could it be that someone has already skipped class and will be back at school this afternoon?
"Then I won't go to school this afternoon."
Fugaku's lips twitched. Damn it, he'd have to come up with an excuse for Sasuke again.
Sigh, why do I, as an old father, have to worry about so much?
Fugaku felt that all he did now was wipe his son's bottom.
It was given to Itachi before, but now it's given to Sasuke.
Forget it, I'm too tired.
In the afternoon, at Sasuke's house.
The clanging of swords resounded unrestrainedly in the courtyard, flashes of sword light streaked by, accompanied by Fugaku's passionate shouts.
"Open your eyes wider!"
"Turn your butt up and hold your sword steady!"
"Don't dodge! Keep your eyes on my sword and counterattack!"
Fugaku brandished his sword, slashing fiercely at Sasuke from all directions. Faced with the intense onslaught, Sasuke could only barely parry, occasionally deflecting Fugaku's attacks.
Fugaku appeared to be training with great enthusiasm, displaying a kind of beauty that disregarded Sasuke's life or death.
In fact, he was indeed very excited.
You know, the more capable a son is, the happier the father is.
He was now using almost 80% of his strength without activating his Sharingan; his power alone was close to that of a typical Jonin.
Sasuke, however, skillfully deflected his attacks like a nimble fish.
Very good, excellent, full of energy!
Sasuke's eye twitched as he watched Fugaku's eyes grow increasingly excited.
No, I'm already close to my limit, but my dad is getting more and more excited as he plays.
What should I do?
If this continues, will he accidentally kill himself?
Sasuke had this thought again, which was rare for him, on the very first day of training.
"Seriously, those two."
Mikoto took a small sip of tea, looked at the two people, one big and one small, radiating passion in the yard with a hint of helplessness, and sighed softly.
She knew that pursuing power was a good thing in this world, because without power, you couldn't even protect what was your own.
But isn't Sasuke's pursuit of power going a bit too far right now?
However, it seems that there are no mental problems at present.
Sasuke: I have Naruto and Hinata above me, and Itachi is carrying Tobirama Senju inside me. What kind of mental problems do you think I could have?
Mikoto is worried that Sasuke will lose friendships and look down on others in his pursuit of power.
However, the image of the blond boy appeared in her mind, and his sunny smile swept away Mikoto's worries.
Well, with Naruto around, Sasuke won't be lonely, right?
Mikoto smiled gently, took another sip of tea, and then, seeing that the two had reached a break in their training, thoughtfully handed them water.
"Little Sasuke, there's a special reason why I let you come back today. You should get along well with your classmates at school from now on."
Mikoto used a towel to wipe Sasuke's sweat, then tossed the towel to Fugaku under Fugaku's expectant gaze.
It was clear that she was very unhappy with Fugaku's indulgence of Sasuke.
Fugaku took the towel, looking a little helpless, but he thought, "This is nothing for a man."
"Alright, alright, I'm going to make dinner now."
Mikoto got up and went to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients for tonight's meal, intending to give Sasuke something nourishing.
After all, he said last night that he was exhausted from sparring with Naruto, so I'll give him a good make-up today.
"Fugaku, go to school and bring Sasuke's bag back."
Suddenly remembering the bento box in Sasuke's bag, and worried that it would spoil overnight, Mikoto turned to Fugaku, who had just wiped his sweat, and said...
"Ah, ooh ooh."
Fugaku was momentarily stunned, then nodded repeatedly. He walked out the door, circled around, and slipped into Sasuke's room while Mikoto wasn't looking. He took out the bag hidden under the bed, which was empty.
So, what are you planning to do?
Sasuke looked at his father, who was acting suspiciously, and said something that left him speechless.
It's true, once one lie is told, countless more need to be told to cover it up.
However, nothing happened. When we went out for barbecue at noon, Fugaku ordered a steak to go.
"Clang, clang, clang, perfect!"
With a simple maneuver, Fugaku perfectly demonstrated the skill of a veteran artist.
Sasuke's lips twitched. Honestly, if it weren't for the fact that he took him out for barbecue at noon, he would have definitely reported him.
"Alright, I'll take him out right away, and then come back shortly. The matter will be perfectly resolved."
"Have you made it clear what you're going to say to school tomorrow?"
Fugaku nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Sasuke.
"Okay, I understand."
Sasuke nodded. Although he was very reluctant to do this, he couldn't say it directly to Itachi, so he decided to leave it at that.
About ten minutes later, Fugaku knocked on his own front door.
"I'm back."
Mikoto, who was busy in the kitchen, peeked out and called out.
"Okay, sit down and rest for a while. You've worked hard."
"It's okay, it's nothing."
Fugaku smiled, then calmly sat down and started reading the newspaper, despite Sasuke's slightly disdainful look.
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