If You Don’t Get Bullied, Who Will Be Bullied!

"Speak cautiously! Speak cautiously!"

Teuchi tried to persuade Fugaku again.

'What kind of joke is this?'

'This is Konohagakure!'

'How can you comment on that big shot in public!'

'This is going to be a problem!'

Teuchi's face became a little ugly. He did not want his Noodle House to be on the blacklist of Konoha's higher-ups.

"Cough, cough, if there is nothing else, I will go first."

Aoba glanced at Teuchi. He did not dare to stay in this place any longer.

Fortunately, no one heard this.

However, Ramen Ichiraku was a place with a relatively large visitor flow.

If Fugaku were to take advantage of this and shout again.

It happened to be heard by those who were interested.

Wouldn't he be dragged down as well?

After saying that.

Aoba was about to turn around and leave.

"Aoba, don't go. I haven't even started talking about this. I have been holding it in for a whole day!"

Fugaku suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Aoba. His speed was extremely fast and he instantly grabbed Aoba's elbow.

At this moment.

Aoba had a strange illusion.

It was as if he was a criminal.

He had been arrested by Fugaku, a Konoha Military Police Force ninja!

'Did he have to use so much strength?'

Aoba felt that it was thanks to the system's improvement that his physique had been improved. Otherwise, he might have been directly pulled away by Fugaku.

"Brother Fugaku, it's not that I don't want to drink with you, but I can't stand your topic! "Aoba smiled bitterly, "I'm just an ordinary office worker. Don't make things difficult for me!"

"No!"

Fugaku shook his head forcefully. He was already drunk and couldn't care about these things.

He just wanted to say what he wanted to say.

How could he care about the influence of these words!

"Aoba, do you know..." Fugaku's tone was completely drunk as if he didn't care about anything at all.

"Brother Fugaku, I really don't know..." Aoba tried to break free from Fugaku's hand but found that the latter was very strong and completely disregarded his wishes. He could still break free if he used brute force, but he was afraid that this would attract Fugaku's special attention.

"I know you don't know, I just wanted to tell you!"

Fugaku raised his eyes and looked at Aoba, which happened to be have the blood-red three tomoe Sharingan.

These kinds of eyes immediately made Aoba startled in his heart. He quickly moved his attention away from Fugaku's eyes and looked to the side.

Who knew what the light in these eyes meant!

In his heart, Aoba was quite afraid of Fugaku's eyes.

The reason was very simple.

Fugaku had successfully broken through the barrier and obtained the Mangekyo Sharingan.

This could be said to have allowed Fugaku to obtain a qualitative improvement.

But...

Aoba simply did not know what kind of ability Fugaku's Mangekyo Sharingan possessed.

In the face of this unknown matter.

He still had to be careful.

Right now, Fugaku had already drunk too much. If he did not control himself and accidentally glared at him, he would not be able to withstand it!

"Forget it. There's no one here right now. I'll close the shop!"

When Teuchi saw this scene, he could not help but take a deep breath. His slightly narrowed eyes were filled with helplessness.

Instantly.

Teuchi walked out from behind.

He came to the shop entrance, closed the door, and flipped the "Open" sign to the back.

It was already late today.

Moreover, there had not been many people in this period of time.

Teuchi had already prepared himself for the last customer in the shop today.

There was no problem in closing the shop now.

In comparison.

Teuchi was more worried about Fugaku's nonsense...

After Teuchi closed the door, he went back around and narrowed his eyes at Aoba.

"Aoba, you must be hungry. I'll cook for you!"

Teuchi smiled and said warmly. After closing the door, he felt much more at ease.

"Thank you."

Aoba nodded to Teuchi. His simple thank you was not only because of the food that Teuchi wanted to give him but also because Teuchi closed the shop.

Now, he was clearly entangled by Fugaku.

If he forcefully shook him off.

It would easily cause Fugaku to overthink things.

Thus, he could only stay here and listen to Fugaku talk about the anguish in his heart.

"Brother Fugaku, what happened?"

Aoba asked Fugaku. After Ramen Ichiraku closed the door, he felt much more at ease.

Now, Teuchi went to cook ramen.

This was equivalent to only the two of them talking.

However, Teuchi was not far away. He could still hear what he should hear.

As Aoba spoke, he did not dare to look into Fugaku's eyes. He focused his attention on Fugaku's chin.

"Hahahahaha!"

When Fugaku heard Aoba's question, the expression on his face seemed to have instantly thought of something funny. He immediately raised his head and laughed.

He smiled.

Two streams of tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes.

Then.

Fugaku poured himself another cup of sake.

He didn't say anything.

He directly gulped it down.

He looked like he was drinking alone.

"???"

Aoba looked at Fugaku in a daze, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently.

'Is there something wrong with you?'

'I didn't want to hear it just now, but you insisted on pulling me to talk it. You even yelled loudly for fear that people passing by wouldn't hear it.'

'It's good now...'

'The store is closed.'

'I just sat here and listened to you...'

'You actually didn't say anything and drank to drown your sorrows. What the hell do you mean by this!'

Aoba looked at Fugaku and 10,000 alpacas whizzed past in his heart. He didn't know how to ridicule him anymore.

"Haaa..."

A moment later.

Fugaku sighed heavily.

The blood-red three tomoe Sharingan had returned to its normal black eyes due to the effect of alcohol.

He picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured another one. The process revealed unspeakable anguish and sadness.

The whole set of movements was completed.

It looked quite deep.

However, Aoba's face was full of black lines, and he was speechless.

Aoba looked Fugaku up and down and smiled helplessly.

'Forget it.'

'Don't say it if you want to!'

'Anyway, I don't care about your business that much!'

"Aoba, do you know that Gasshi ran away?"

Suddenly.

Fugaku spoke.

His eyes were fixed on the cup in front of him.

His pitch-black eyes were filled with all sorts of complicated expressions. At one moment, he seemed to be angry, and at the other, he seemed to be thinking of something. It was as if his entire being was in a state of contradiction.

"I know."

Aoba nodded slowly. He now truly understood that there was indeed something wrong with the spirit of the Uchiha clan.

He had already seen it from Fugaku's expression.

This clan was indeed a very emotional clan.

But...

How should he put it!

It was a bit too much!

Aoba felt that this kind of emotion was a bit too fierce!

It gave him a feeling of being overworked!

One must know...

This was the Ninja World, not the modern world!

They were not fragile flowers nurtured in a greenhouse in a peaceful era and could not withstand even the slightest bit of pain.

However.

If it was someone from the modern world.

After experiencing the separation of life and death, one would know to walk out from the pain. After all, the living still had to continue living.

It just so happened that the Uchiha clan, who had come from the chaotic war, had a nearly stubborn and naive understanding of feelings and could not endure even the slightest bit of pain.

Their resistance to pain was almost negative!

As long as their loved ones died, their brains would fall ill, and they would awaken the almost world-weary Sharingan. From then on, their endocrine would go out of control, their temperament would change greatly, and they would be filled with hostility and doubt towards the entire world.

When Aoba looked at Fugaku's appearance, he already saw the symptoms of the latter's illness.

'Isn't it just a dead Sekai?'

'From Sekai's memories, I didn't see how friendly he was to you.'

'The two of you are indeed friends.'

'But that's all.'

'You couldn't even be considered intimate friends.'

Aoba felt that the relationship between Fugaku and Sekai was not as good as those close friends he had seen in the modern world. It was just that the two of them grew up in the Uchiha clan with unusual personalities.

This kind of feeling was especially wonderful.

It was like two couples who lived together, both of them were able to live together, and both had their own thoughts. Then they would doubt the whole world because of the other's departure.

Aoba only heard the name of Gasshi.

He immediately knew what Fugaku was going to say.

It must be Sekai.

Except for the dead Sekai, he could not think of anything else that Fugaku could drink to this extent.

But...

'What does this have to do with the Third Hokage?'

'It isn't the Third Hokage who let him go...'

'Isn't it a bit weird?'

All of a sudden.

Aoba looked at Fugaku with deep doubt. He felt that if there was no other reason, then this resentment was a bit abrupt.

"Gasshi... Gasshi... Gasshi!"

Fugaku muttered this name and repeated it several times.

He felt the gnashing of his teeth as if he wanted to tear Gasshi apart.

"Gasshi is the murderer who killed Sekai!"

Fugaku shook his head as he spoke, but it was impossible to tell whether the shaking of his head was because he was disappointed with this result or because he was helpless about this matter.

"We, Konoha Military Police Force, have been looking for him for so long. I thought he had already run out of Konohagakure. I didn't expect him to hide in Konohagakure. He is too arrogant!"

The more Fugaku thought about it, the angrier he became. He picked up the wine cup in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.

"Gasshi is too arrogant!"

Fugaku was still indignant. Right now, he wanted to kill Gasshi in his dreams, but he could not do it at all. Until now, he did not even know where Gasshi was.

"Yes..."

Aoba nodded as well. He couldn't help but feel that it was a little funny.

"He is indeed quite arrogant!"

Aoba looked at Fugaku's sad attitude. However, Fugaku would never know that the 'Gasshi' who had killed Sekai was sitting beside him and listening to him talk about these things.

This was the first time that even Aoba had come into contact with this kind of thing. It felt very wonderful and magical.

"But this is not the point!"

Fugaku's voice sounded again. As he spoke, he poured sake into the cup again.

Just as he was pouring sake.

Teuchi brought over the cooked ramen.

He placed it in front of Aoba.

The ramen was all ready now.

Fugaku was still immersed in drinking alone.

"Thank you!"

Aoba nodded to Teuchi. He decided not to listen to Fugaku anymore.

This person who had drunk too much won't care what other people doing.

He just stared at that matter and repeatedly muttered those words.

These words.

There was no point.

It was better to eat ramen!

Thinking of this, Aoba picked up the chopsticks and began to put the noodles into his mouth. During his day in the Hokage Building, he consumed a lot of energy.

The thick soup made the cells in Aoba's body feel happy.

It had to be said.

Food could indeed make one's mood better!

"Gulp~"

Fugaku raised his wine cup and gulped down another mouthful.

"Aoba, do you know why I came back from the front line?"

Fugaku seemed to be overwhelmed by that mouthful just now. Even his tone became even more floating and his voice became louder.

"It's because of Gasshi."

Aoba said as he ate the ramen. He was too lazy to say anything now. He knew what Fugaku wanted to express with his toes.

It was just that Gasshi killed Sekai... Then Gasshi hid in Konohagakure... In the end, Gasshi ran away...

Aoba had a hunch that Fugaku was going to start a big conversation about this.

"Wrong!"

Fugaku suddenly raised his neck, raised his right hand, and shook his finger in front of Aoba.

After shaking his finger, he seemed to feel that it was not enough, and then shook his head.

"You guessed wrong!"

After Fugaku finished speaking, he took a deep breath and looked straight ahead. His pupils were not focused, as if he recalled something.

"Because there is no war to fight!"

Fugaku said something that shocked Aoba and Teuchi.

For a moment.

Aoba stopped eating ramen.

Teuchi stared at Fugaku curiously.

"What do you mean?"

Aoba was the first to ask. He could faintly smell a trace of helplessness in Fugaku's tone, and he felt that Fugaku seemed to have something to say that was unclear.

"What do you mean there is no war to fight?"

Teuchi followed Aoba and asked. His narrowed eyes widened as if he had heard a very important piece of information. He could not help but add, "Could it be that this war is over?"

When Teuchi thought of this, his mood immediately soared.

He was not willing to live the kind of life that everyone feared during a war.

The village now looked quite quiet.

However, this was only an illusion of comfort. Everyone was very tense. It was just that the flames of war had not burned into the village.

"Brother Fugaku, what exactly is going on? What are you trying to say?"

At this moment, Aoba's curiosity was completely aroused by Fugaku.

The information that Fugaku spoke of was something that he had never obtained from anyone's memories.

At this time.

Konohagakure was currently in the middle of a Third Ninja World War with Kumogakure.

The war had just begun.

Aoba had yet to hear any news of any losses.

'How did the war end?'

'Impossible!'

'Hari is still locked up by Konohagakure!'

'Kumogakure wouldn't be as cowardly as the Third Hokage!'

The more Aoba thought about it, the more he felt that there was no basis for it. The question marks in his mind came out one after another.

Under the puzzled gazes of Aoba and Teuchi, Fugaku picked up the bottle again and poured sake into the cup. It was unknown whether it was because of his emotions or because he had drunk too much, but his right hand that was holding the bottle had begun to shake irregularly.

Throughout the entire process, neither Aoba nor Teuchi disturbed Fugaku.

Just as Fugaku filled up the wine cup.

He picked up the wine cup.

He suddenly poured the sake in the wine cup into his mouth.

He swallowed it all with a gulp.

"That's right!"

Fugaku kept shaking his head, and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

"This war is over!"

Fugaku's words clearly entered their ears, causing the expressions of Aoba and Teuchi to change slightly.

"This battle, which people thought could be called the Third Ninja World War, continued for more than ten days. After that, it ended beautifully with no death!"

After saying this, Fugaku turned to look at Aoba and Teuchi.

His eyelids drooped.

It was as if he was so exhausted that he could no longer open his eyes.

"You didn't hear wrongly!"

"I'll say it again!"

"The battle between Konohagakure and Kumogakure is over!"

"It ended just as it started!"

"Oh..."

"No!"

Fugaku suddenly paused, and the mocking smile on his face became even stronger.

"This battle has ended before it even started!"

Fugaku smiled and turned his head back. He picked up the sake bottle again and poured sake into the cup.

Just as he poured out half a cup of sake.

He was shocked to find that.

The bottle was empty.

"Brother Teuchi, give me another bottle of sake!" Fugaku waved to Teuchi. Now he could not stop drinking. He could drink as much as he wanted, but no one knew what he would look like after drinking.

"You brat should say it clearly before asking for sake. Why is the war over? I am waiting for your words!" Teuchi rolled his eyes at Fugaku and expressed his dissatisfaction with him.

"It's all because of that coward Hiruzen!"

Fugaku's voice suddenly rose a few decibels, and he called Third Hokage's name directly again.

"Our village has imprisoned Kumogakure Anbu Leader, Hari. This person can be said to be the key person in this battle. Kumogakure is like a ninja without a soul. If we fight seriously, it is impossible for them to be our Konohagakure's opponent!"

Fugaku's emotions began to fluctuate violently, and his voice revealed a strong dissatisfaction.

When these words entered Aoba's ears.

This caused Aoba to slowly nod his head and acknowledge Fugaku's words.

It was indeed like this!

Anyone with discerning eyes could tell!

Hari was Kumogakure's brain, and could be said to be the soul of that super strong physique village!

If not for Hari, Kumogakure wouldn't have obtained such a great advantage in the Second Ninja World War and allowed them to quickly climb to the peak of the Ninja World a few years after the end of the Second Ninja World War.

Aoba wasn't very sure if something had happened to Hari in the original course of history.

Otherwise, there wouldn't have been a situation where the Third Raikage faced Iwagakure and his group alone until he was exhausted and died.

Now that Konohagakure had Hari in their hands. It was the same as choking Kumogakure's throat so that they could attack, push, received, and put themself in an advantageous situation.

Because of this.

Aoba felt that what Fugaku said was very reasonable.

As long as Konohagakure held Hari in their hand, then they would at least not be at a disadvantage.

"But..."

The corners of Fugaku's mouth curled up even higher. Even from a distance, he could feel the deep disdain he felt for the Third Hokage in his soul.

"Not long after Gasshi left the village this morning..."

"About two hours!"

"Kumogakure sent someone to request a temporary truce. He wants to negotiate again..."

"It is such a ridiculous thing..."

"Hiruzen actually agreed!"

When Fugaku said this, he was almost speechless. He didn't know how to describe his feelings.

Suddenly.

Fugaku picked up the bottle again and wanted to pour sake.

He found that the bottle inside was empty.

"Brother Teuchi, give me another bottle. If I don't spit these words out, I won't be able to spit them out if I don't drink some!"

After saying this, Fugaku picked up the half-filled cup on the table and poured it into his stomach.

"Three days later!"

"Kumogakure's envoy group is coming to Konohagakure again!"

"Don't you think it's funny?"

"Kumogakure's envoy killed so many of Konohagakure's people less than half a month ago!"

"We are welcoming them again!"

Fugaku spat angrily. This was no longer a joke. It was more like a complaint. He was extremely dissatisfied with the style of the Third Hokage.

"Ridiculous."

Aoba nodded. He thought it was ridiculous, but he couldn't laugh at all.

He knew that the Third Hokage was ridiculous, but he didn't expect it to be so far away.

'Things have already developed to this point...'

'They would still negotiate?'

'Isn't this just a joke?'

Aoba felt that the Third Hokage could no longer be described as simple cowards. He had never seen a leader avoid war to such a degree.

Such a person...

If you don't get bullied, who will be bullied!

"This time, Kumogakure's negotiation will definitely revolve around Hari. If that bastard Hiruzen releases Hari in the end, I dare to make a bet with you. I can bet anything..."

Fugaku stared at Aoba with a burning gaze. His dark eyes were filled with confidence.

"As long as Hari returns to Kumogakure's camp alive, he will definitely immediately plan how to attack Konohagakure!"

"At that time..."

"The situation won't be as easy as it is now!"

"That is a strong body that welcomed their spiritual souls back!"

Fugaku had already seen the follow-up of this war. It was because he saw it that he came here to be depressed.

Not only did he think of this.

Konoha Military Police Force's Captain, Uchiha Akaru, also thought of it.

Even the leader of Root, Shimura Danzo, also mentioned it!

It could be said that the Uchiha clan reached an agreement with Danzo, which was rarely seen.

But...

Even this could not compare to the Third Hokage's yearning for peace!

"If Hari returns to Kumogakure, it will really be a big trouble!"

Aoba sighed. At this time, he realized that he had wrongly blamed Fugaku.

He thought that Fugaku had always been thinking about Sekai's death.

Now it seemed.

Sekai was just a part of Fugaku's emotional release.

The main reason why Fugaku was so angry was because of the Third Hokage's inaction.

Now this kind of compromise.

It was very likely to change the course of the Third Ninja World War course and then bury the excellent situation.

"In these ten or so days, Kumogakure has been restrained. They only dare to pretend to attack, not dare to really fight. They are worried about Hari, who is imprisoned in Konohagakure, and Iwagakure who is watching from the side..."

Fugaku sneered. Since awakening the Mangekyo Sharingan, he simply could not watch the operation of the Third Hokage.

"But what is our Konohagakure afraid of?"

"Kumogakure doesn't dare to make a move!"

"We also don't dare to make a move!"

"Could it be that we can only passively take a beating?"

"Only after Kumogakure officially launched a war against us and reached an irreconcilable stage can we fight back with all our strength?"

"What is this?"

"Those companions who died because of Kumogakure?"

"Did they all die for nothing?"

The more Fugaku spoke, the angrier he became. His chest heaved up and down as if he was about to lose his breath.

"..."

Aoba listened to Fugaku's ridicule, and his heart was filled with emotion. He seemed to have a lot to say, but he couldn't say another word when he reached the edge of his mouth.

He didn't know what to say!

After hearing Fugaku's words.

Aoba suddenly understood why the Third Hokage played the good hand of Konohagakure to a pulp.

During the Third Ninja World War.

Konohagakure was clearly still at the peak of talent.

After the battle, talent quickly withered.

This also caused the Third Hokage to have no choice but to resign in order to calm down the complaints of the clans, which suffered pain in the battle.

This was really cowardly!

Moreover, there was still Danzo silently supporting him from behind. If Hiruzen governs it by himself...

The scene was too tragic to think about!

"Fugaku, here's your sake!"

At this time, Teuchi held two unopened bottles of sake and placed them on Fugaku's table.

"Aoba, are you getting some?"

Teuchi turned to look at Aoba and asked him.

"I don't drink."

Aoba shook his head. When he saw Fugaku's appearance, he knew that drinking was a mistake.

As the saying goes, disaster comes from the mouth.

The current Fugaku said too many things that should not be said.

"Brother Teuchi, you drink with Brother Fugaku. Of the three of us, one of us must be sober."

With Aoba's cautious character, he could not allow the possibility of a variable through drinking.

If these two people were drunk.

At worst, they could directly fall asleep in Ramen Ichiraku.

But he couldn't!

The more special the situation was, the more cautious he had to be.

According to Fugaku's information...

Three days later.

Kumogakure's envoy will come to Konohagakure again!

He can't let the Third Ninja World War develop in an uncontrollable direction!

At this moment.

Aoba thought of an idea.

Not only would the Third Ninja World War go smoothly, but the image of the Third Hokage will further deteriorate in the hearts of everyone.