With a loud thud,
Fugaku Uchiha's vision went black as he collapsed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
At the sight of this, the hidden Uchiha and Anbu members were stunned, puzzled by what had just occurred.
Minato Namikaze and Kushina Uzumaki, however, wore strange smiles on their faces.
They had followed Satori Hyūga and even helped create the Nine-Binding Seal.
They naturally knew how extremely harsh the training was for Might Guy's Eight Gates technique.
It required endless sweat and grueling effort just to unlock the eight gates that restricted chakra flow inside the body.
The Sharingan was indeed powerful—unparalleled in Konoha and the entire ninja world.
But copying didn't equate to mastery.
It was like having the knowledge in your mind, but lacking the physical conditioning to match.
That was exactly Fugaku Uchiha's current state.
His Sharingan had copied the Eight Gates technique, but his body lacked the extreme discipline required to activate them.
Even if he somehow succeeded in unlocking them, it would cause massive damage to his body in an instant.
Kushina planted her hands on her hips and burst into laughter.
Minato could only shake his head helplessly.
"Satori must have used the Eight Gates technique specifically to lure Fugaku into copying it with his Sharingan."
Minato was a battle genius and immediately saw through Satori's plan.
"Uchiha Fugaku, you've lost."
Satori took one step forward, instantly appearing beside Fugaku, a kunai pressed against his throat.
"You…you…"
Fugaku struggled to rise from the ground, wanting to angrily accuse Satori, yet found no words coming out.
In a ninja battle, victory and defeat were everything.
As for the methods used? All is fair in battle.
Poison, assassination, deception—it was all fair game.
Fugaku had thought that after being poisoned before, he wouldn't fall for such tricks again.
Yet now, in their second fight, he had lost again.
This time, he had fallen prey to Satori's schemes.
Satori was far too ruthless.
The thought suddenly crossed Fugaku's mind.
Facing Satori's shuriken, Fugaku reluctantly had to admit—he'd lost once more.
Defeated by that unusual jutsu…
A technique that couldn't be copied by the Sharingan—it must be one of those legendary forbidden arts.
"I've lost…Hyūga Satori."
As the young master of the Uchiha clan, he was always bound by his word.
In truth, most Uchiha were headstrong, proud, arrogant, and self-assured—but they held their promises sacred.
Once they agreed to something, they would do it without fail.
"Excellent! Truly worthy of the Uchiha clan—to accept defeat and take responsibility like this."
Satori laughed heartily before leaning close to whisper in Fugaku's ear.
His voice was low—no one else could hear.
Fugaku's expression kept shifting, showing clear signs of hesitation.
"That demand…"
He hesitated, hoping Satori would change it—this request was no small matter.
"What? Already regretting your promise from just now?"
Arms crossed, Satori glared at Fugaku with clear disapproval.
"I thought the Uchiha were all people of honor, but it seems they're just cowards."
His words stung. Fugaku Uchiha's face flushed red with anger as he shot back, "Who's a coward? Your request is simply outrageous! If anyone finds out, we'll all end up in serious trouble."
Fugaku felt uneasy thinking about Satori Hyūga's demand. The very thought made his skin crawl.
Even though he was the young master of the Uchiha clan and Satori was a member of the Hyūga Main House—someone of high status and prestige—if their actions were exposed, it would definitely trigger a major inter-clan conflict.
Satori snorted coldly and taunted, "Suit yourself. Don't bother showing your face to me ever again."
"You really are a coward. Mikoto Uchiha deserves someone better. I think I'll pay her a visit and show her what a real man looks like."
The moment Satori mentioned trying to steal his fiancée, Fugaku snapped with fury.
With someone as unscrupulous as Satori Hyūga, there was no telling what he might actually try.
Fugaku quickly grabbed onto Satori and gritted his teeth, saying, "No… fine, I'll do it."
As soon as those words left his mouth, he seemed to deflate like a deflated balloon.
"Ahh, I knew Fugaku Uchiha had guts. Don't worry, heaven knows, earth knows, I know and you know—we won't tell anyone else."
Fugaku let out another snort and turned away before walking off.
He had no intention of ever seeing that disgraceful lecher again.
Mikoto was his fiancée after all, and who knows what underhanded tricks this bastard might pull next.
"Maybe I should talk to my father about moving forward with the wedding sooner rather than later, to prevent some sneaky bastard from stealing her away."
In the ninja world, even five- or six-year-olds were trained to use shuriken effectively.
At his age, getting married wasn't unusual at all.
Better to tie the knot early and stop having people constantly sniffing around after her.
Evening came.
Fugaku Uchiha walked into Akimichi Yakiniku, sat himself down, and started eating grilled meat alone.
His expression was stiff, his demeanor serious—a clear warning for others to keep their distance.
Tōen Akimichi, the owner, immediately rushed forward upon seeing a young man from the Uchiha clan enter.
"Welcome!"
Fugaku's eyes flickered slightly as he subtly observed the man's plump frame.
"So this is the one Satori Hyūga was talking about," he mused inwardly.
Fugaku picked a spot with excellent visibility and sat down.
From here, he could see everyone inside clearly.
Before long, a stack of charcoal and freshly grilled meat arrived on the table, releasing an irresistible aroma that made his stomach rumble.
"The Akimichi clan truly excels in culinary arts. Their grilled meat is legendary."
Fugaku picked up a piece of perfectly grilled meat with his chopsticks and popped it into his mouth, savoring its flavor.
When he confirmed no one was paying attention, Fugaku quietly activated his Sharingan.
A crimson glow flashed in his eyes as he gazed directly toward Tōen Akimichi, who was currently busy eating.
Yes, he was secretly scheming to master the Akimichi clan's secret taijutsu techniques.
Satori had tried this dish before—and since then, he'd been obsessed with the Akimichi clan's research on taijutsu.
Especially after opening the Eight Gates and realizing how much energy it consumed, he grew even more focused.
The Akimichi Clan's secret techniques converted food into fat stored within the body. During battle, that fat could later be extracted to generate chakra and physical stamina.
It was like having an internal power bank.
And since the Eight Gates drained so much energy from the human body, if that fat could serve as an alternative energy source, the duration of the Eight Gates would definitely increase.
While eating, Akimichi Tōen remained unaware that Fugaku Uchiha had secretly copied his clan's secret technique.
"Tsk, who knows what that guy wants with this jutsu," Fugaku inwardly scoffed.
What was the point of copying the Akimichi techniques if he couldn't use them himself?
If someone found out, his clan could become hated and targeted by other clans with secret techniques.
Once learned, the Akimichi techniques would still result in bodily swelling and deformation.
There was no way Fugaku Uchiha would ever train in such a style.
He had no desire to turn into a round, chubby *fatso*.
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