Anger management issues

Fugaku slowly got up and switched to his normal eyes. Blood would undoubtedly spill from the side of his eyes if he applied more power. He made every attempt to eavesdrop on the future but was unsuccessful in all cases. He had to take a deep breath, talk it out, and deal with it.

He had to make an effort to prevent Aoto from sharing the mangekyo sharingan with anybody else if Aoto was the only one who knew about it. Additionally, he was interested in how Aoto learned of his secret.

"Fugaku-san, you have anger issues. You should speak with an anger-management therapist, in my opinion." Added Aoto. Involuntarily, Fugaku questioned.

"There is an anger management one?"

Because he had forgotten that this culture wasn't as developed as his previous one, Aoto tensed up. Once more, there was a brief awkward pause before Fugaku asked.

"How did you learn about my Mangekyo Sharingan, exactly? I have no idea how you are so strong, but if I can't defeat you physically, I'll destroy your company. Don't you love it? I'll use whatever means at my disposal to take care of the Palicos you sold to others." Fugaku made another threat. He wasn't prepared to give up yet.

"Fugaku-san. If you want to threaten someone, don't speak about it. Do it. Don't allow your rage influence your decisions. Honestly speaking, I am now regretting speaking about your secret. You are not at all intelligent. How did you even become the clan leader with such severe anger management problems?" Added Aoto. His remarks greatly and deeply embarrassed Fugaku. Aoto just schooled Fugaku on leading. He wasn't actually angry; rather, he was nervous. And the reason he threatened Aoto was because he thought Aoto didn't have much societal experience and if he threatened the kid, Aoto might just spill some beans.

But despite how he appeared, this man had experience! Fugaku calmed himself by inhaling deeply. He was back in his usual nature. He would have to treat Aoto similarly to how he would treat a peer. There was no alternate path.

"You win. Now can you tell me how you know of my secret? And about Itachi? What have you done to him?"

"I don't have anything to do with Itachi. For me, losing a person means losing another potential client. Why? What did the doctors find out?" Aoto had a genuine interest. He only asked that they check on Itachi. The narrative always claimed that he had some kind of terminal illness that he had caught at an early age and battled his way through.

"They found very early symptoms of cancer and are working to get rid of it." said Fugaku. Aoto groaned. It meant that Itachi would be able to live longer now. If he wished for it, at least.

"That's great. I'm glad you followed my counsel." Aoto said, quite a bit proud that he had helped detecting a very hidden disease.

"Tell me how you learned about my mangekyo sharingan now. Better still, how did you ever learn about its existence?" Fugaku enquired.

"Fugaku-san, that is not important. You only need to be aware that I am the only one who is aware of the secret. You don't need to worry about the rest." Added Aoto.

"How can I trust you?" Fugaku enquired. Even though he was curious about what this gentleman knew about the mangekyo, he had to wait to reveal the truth.

"If I had told others, Hokage and Danzo would have already been in your house already. Especially that one eye piece of shit." Added Aoto.

"One eyed?" After Fugaku missed him, he realized that he was making a reference to Danzo's one eye. Calling him piece of shit did bring a small satisfaction in his heart. He really was an asshole.

"Did the Hokage not tell you about the mangekyo sharingan?" Simply shaking his head in negation, Aoto. Fugaku somehow believed what Aoto was saying. Hiruzen truly had no method of finding out about his sharingan. Everyone who had witnessed him employing this skill was taken care of.

"He told me this little-known fact for what reason? I don't think its just simple as selling palicos and some chicken."

"Now you're getting to the point. Let's just say that I am interested in your clan and can't just a clan being unjustly oppressed. I am a businessman and if one section of the society gets less benefit, it would mean less customers for me. I want everyone to prosper." Added Aoto. He wouldn't reveal his cards, of course. He would never, ever claim that being exposed outside made him vulnerable.

It would only encourage Fugaku's heinous retaliation. Fugaku shook his head, but he was aware that Aoto wasn't yet prepared to speak. He was too shrewd. He held the delectable fish out in front of him, but he made sure he could never catch it.

"What do you want?" Fugaku enquired. Since he was a businessman and had been adamant on that theme it was better to speak in his own language. Aoto grinned as he heard this.

"Buy my products. That's it. We can even work together for a long time; I'll soon start selling goods that can even startle you more." Added Aoto.

"More shocking than the Palicos?" you ask. Fugaku questioned with raised eyebrows.

"Maybe." Aoto grinned broadly.

Fugaku ceased talking. Knowing he couldn't get any more information from Aoto, he decided it would be best to go. He had been here for a while, and if he stayed for a longer time, someone might start to wonder.

"I will buy the Palicos from you later. I don't have any money with me right now." said Fugaku. As proof that he fully understood, Aoto nodded. Fugaku then walked toward the door. When Aoto mentioned, it was already there.

"Fugaku-san. Another piece of advice. Don't believe everything that you read. They say that only the strongest people write the histories. That's wrong. I say the person who survives the longest can write the history."

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