[Naruto] Can one still die without the Sharingan?

"We have all experienced war, and we have all experienced peace." Sandai stood up, "You know how difficult peace is, and I know it too, so I have been maintaining peace all my life."

"I don't think the world will stay peaceful forever, and it will be chaotic in the future, but in my lifetime, I don't want it to be chaotic again."

"Danzo, can you understand me?"

It wasn't just the top brass of Konoha who caused the uproar. But in the face of everyone's questioning, Fugaku didn't explain a word. He only left one sentence, "The day after tomorrow, it's rare for the whole clan to be here, let's talk about it at the clan meeting."

"Lord Fugaku...why don't you even have an explanation?"

Jing frowned and looked at Itachi with some worry. Itachi had been depressed in the past two days. Although he didn't usually express much, how could Jing and Shisui not notice how familiar he was with him?

"Is he planning to explain everything clearly in the clan meeting?" Zhisui was also a little worried.

"It must not be said, Master Fuyue is not stupid. This kind of thing will only exacerbate the dissatisfaction of the tribe, so all the kung fu can be wasted before."

"Father, he has no intention of explaining." Itachi finally spoke, "He said that the clansmen just need a place to vent their dissatisfaction."

"..."

"..."

"Father!" Itachi stood up in shock, "Are you really planning to do this?"

"What can't you do?"

Fugaku was playing with a very finely crafted brush in his hand. Itachi knew this brush when Fugaku accidentally rescued a big shot during a mission many years ago. At that time, he had nothing but this priceless brush. The pen was given to Fugaku as a thank you gift. He had no intention of taking it at the time, but he couldn't resist the man's insistence, so he had no choice but to accept it.

For so many years, he had never thought of it, let alone taken it out. At this moment, he actually took it out and started writing.

Fugaku's handwriting was not as good-looking as Jing's. Even if he used a more expensive pen, the words he wrote would still be the same, but the words he wrote made Itachi feel frightened.

Too much filth is not human. Too much filth is not human. Over and over again, over and over again, he wrote like crazy, but with a calm smile on his face.

"This is a waste of time if I leave it in my hand." Fugaku sighed as he finally stopped writing. He cleaned it, put it back into the box, and pushed it in front of Itachi, "Jing's handwriting is beautiful, look back and see you Give it to her for me."

"Father!"

"A few days ago, while you were away on mission, Sasuke went to find Ah Jing to practice." Fugaku just smiled, "Then she told Sasuke those historical stories."

"In the ancient Han Dynasty, Wei Yang supported Qin Xiaogong's reform, allowing Qin to rise from a remote vassal state on the border to the most powerful existence among the vassals. However, this also caused dissatisfaction among the nobles who had been passive in their interests."

"After the death of Duke Xiao, the country was in chaos. The newly ascended King Huiwen killed Wei Yang in order to calm the anger of the people, but did not abolish Wei Yang's method. Therefore, the Qin State was settled and is still strong."

"Father..." Itachi's hands were shaking a little, "You..."

"This is a good idea." Fugaku stood up, "Everyone just needs a place to vent their dissatisfaction."

"Then come to me, if it can exchange for a bright future for Uchiha."

"Why are you saying this without any beginning or end?" Jing stared at Itachi strangely, "It's true that the clan members need a place to vent, but this place cannot be the clan leader, otherwise, wouldn't it be civil strife?"

"Maybe father has his own ideas." Itachi tried his best to suppress all the emotions in his heart and smiled at Jing, "Yesterday, father was looking through things and found this. He asked me to give it to you."

"Wow, this is a great pen..." Jing praised.

"Yeah, he also said that this money will be left in your hands so it won't be wasted. Our words are too ugly."

"Lord Fugaku, you are wrong." Jing smiled, "A person who is really good at writing can write well even with branches in the sand."

"That's right. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, but a camel also has the right to cry out for being skinny."

"But Camel feels he is not thin."

"Hey, you two little bastards, are you starting to play riddles with me?" Zhishui pinched the faces of the two of them.

"Obviously Brother Zhisui is stupid." Jing narrowed his eyes.

This is really a good deal. Jing has never seen any treasures, but she also recognizes good and bad. This is a purple hair head, and the rod is made of blood jade, but the tentacles are actually warm. The only flaw is that this thing has been used by others.

Jing didn't have any idiosyncrasies about second-hand goods. She just saw that the person who used this money before was not a knowledgeable person.

A new pen requires attention to opening, refining, and cleaning and maintenance after filling it with ink. But obviously, not many ninjas know how to go through such complicated steps. Fortunately, he has not been using it for a long time, so he can still save the pen. .

Can still be saved...

Jing Jing stared at the blood-red pen in silence, her eyebrows moving slightly.

Recently, Fugaku seemed to like her more and more. He would chat with her when he had something to do and when he had nothing to do. She would always see Fugaku nearby when she was training with Sasuke or tutoring him in his homework, which made her a little scared. I really don’t know what Fugaku wants to do.

What did I say incorrectly that got me targeted?

Or did he think he was teaching Sasuke a bad lesson, so he didn't want her to have contact with him? Then just tell me directly, why is it that you are staring at me like this?

There was also Itachi. She had known him for several years, but she had never seen him look like this... lost. She didn't dare to ask about him when he looked like this.

What's wrong? What exactly is going on?

Finally, things in the clan and the village have turned around a little bit, but what happened to everyone? ?

"Ding……"

Suddenly, a soft sound brought Jing back from her thoughts, and she quickly came back to her senses. It turned out that she was so absorbed in thinking that she dropped the ruby ​​pen soaked in vermilion ink on the table.

Fortunately, the pen was not broken, but the ink was splashed everywhere, like pools of blood.

Jing's pupils suddenly narrowed.

No way……

That can't be the case...