bookrebus Chapter 734 Kaleidoscope
Chapter 734 Kaleidoscope
"The Mangekyou Sharingan..." Mikoto murmured, her voice trembling with disbelief. She knew that Fugaku was truly enraged this time, and with a fury that bordered on irrationality. This matter was probably far more serious and difficult to resolve than she had imagined.
Fugaku realized his loss of composure; the powerful pressure of the Mangekyou Sharingan had turned Mikoto's face deathly pale. He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging chakra and anger within him. The Mangekyou pattern in his eyes slowly faded, returning to his three-tomoe Sharingan. He withdrew his icy gaze from Mikoto, slowly turned around, his back to her, his voice so low and devoid of emotion: "From now on, you will stay obediently at home, and you are not allowed to step out of the Uchiha mansion!" He paused, his tone becoming even colder, "Tomorrow, I will visit the 'clan members' who have been scattered throughout the clan!"
After saying that, Fugaku left the bedroom without looking back. Mikoto tried to chase after him, wanting to explain and try to salvage the situation, but as soon as she stepped out of the bedroom door, she was stopped by two Uchiha clan members guarding the door. They bowed respectfully but their attitude was unquestionable: "Lady Mikoto, the clan head has ordered that you cannot leave the mansion for the time being."
Mikoto watched Fugaku's departing figure, then looked at the loyal clansmen before her, and her heart sank to the bottom. Fugaku's Mangekyou Sharingan, his cold eyes, and his words about "visiting the clansmen who had been separated from their families" all made her realize that things had completely spiraled out of control. She knew Fugaku's nature; once he made up his mind, it was difficult to change it. And now, he clearly believed that she and Zhang Hai had some kind of "ambiguous" relationship, even regarding Zhang Hai as a traitor to the clan. Holding the sleeping Sasuke in her arms, her body trembled slightly, and tears silently streamed down her face. This time, something truly terrible was about to happen.
Meanwhile, deep within Konoha Village, in a hidden underground laboratory.
As soon as Zhang Hai returned, Orochimaru's cold voice rang out: "Looks like things aren't going to be peaceful today."
Zhang Hai casually guessed, "Oh? Has someone visited me in prison?" As he spoke, he picked up a beaker from the table and drank the unidentified liquid inside in one gulp. However, when he saw Orochimaru's face with a hint of amusement, the beaker in his hand trembled violently, and his expression changed drastically.
“It’s not ‘someone,’ it’s ‘someone.’” Orochimaru’s voice was hoarse and raspy, like a viper’s hiss. “And it seems to be…an old acquaintance.”
Zhang Hai's face darkened completely. He wasn't a fool; Orochimaru's tone and expression had told him everything. This meant that someone had not only visited him in prison but also knew his identity clearly. This was not good news. He quickly put down the beaker, a ruthless glint in his eyes.
"Looks like the plan needs to be moved up," Zhang Hai muttered to himself. He then quickly disheveled his clothes, tousled his hair, and smeared dirt on his face, disguising himself as a disheveled man who had just woken up from a nightmare. He then swiftly walked to a hidden passage in the corner of the laboratory, skillfully opened the secret door, and slipped inside.
At the end of the tunnel, a clone identical to him lay quietly. Without hesitation, Zhang Hai switched places with the clone. The clone, carrying his deliberately created "disheveled" appearance, quickly passed through the tunnel and returned to his cell in the heavy torture chamber, while the real Zhang Hai hid in a deeper, more hidden passage.
Shortly after, the iron door of the torture chamber was pushed open with a loud clang, producing a screeching sound. Uchiha Fugaku, like a black phantom, appeared at the cell door with a powerful and chilling aura. His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, scanned everything inside the cell, finally settling on the "disheveled" Zhang Hai on the bed.
Fugaku slowly walked into the cell, each step carrying a heavy sense of oppression. He stood before "Zhang Hai," looking down at him with a deep and authoritative voice, carrying an unquestionable interrogation: "Sakumo Hatake's disciple... or should I address you as... 'Uchiha Zhang Hai'?"
Upon hearing this name, Zhang Hai's previously bewildered gaze instantly sharpened. He neither questioned Fugaku about how he knew the name nor denied it. He knew that if Fugaku could utter the name, it meant he possessed irrefutable evidence, and his identity had been completely exposed.
“Uchiha Zhang Hai?” Zhang Hai’s voice was low and hoarse, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, carrying a hint of mockery. “So what? What does this have to do with you?” He deliberately made the word “you” meaningful, as if to remind Fugaku that he had long since severed ties with the Uchiha clan.
Fugaku snorted coldly, and a powerful aura erupted from him, like an invisible mountain that instantly crushed the entire cell. His eyes, sharp as knives, were fixed on "Zhang Hai," and he said, word by word, "I am Uchiha Fugaku, the head of the Uchiha clan! As a descendant of the Uchiha, you are bound to the Uchiha clan in life and death!" His words carried an undeniable authority, attempting to completely overwhelm his opponent with his imposing presence.
Upon hearing Fugaku reveal his identity, Zhang Hai was instantly filled with shock and disbelief. Uchiha Fugaku… the father of Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Sasuke, and Mikoto's husband! He suddenly realized that his feigned pitifulness and innocence were nothing more than a clown's act in front of someone of Fugaku's stature. And Mikoto—she was the mother of Uchiha Itachi and Sasuke, and Fugaku's wife. Saving her was a world of difference compared to saving an ordinary Uchiha clansman! Her identity destined her to be under the clan's tight protection, and also destined her to become Fugaku's Achilles' heel.
Upon thinking of this, a chilling killing intent suddenly flashed in Zhang Hai's eyes. It was an undisguised killing intent, as if he wanted to tear the person in front of him to shreds. Although he was imprisoned, the ruthlessness in his bones had never diminished.
Fugaku sensed the chilling killing intent, but sneered indifferently. He crossed his arms, his posture relaxed, his tone full of disdain: "Killing intent? Heh, with your current state of being a useless piece of trash with your chakra sealed, what can you do to me? You can't even protect yourself now, yet you want to kill me?" A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes, as if he were looking at a clown.