“Hm, it seems the Yuki’s ignorance is as great as I remember. No matter, even without your input, things are still running smoothly. What do you think Kiro?” Fugaku gazed over in the young Uchiha’s direction.
“Heh, I would like it better if you just shut up. Like I said before, I don’t care what some trash, irrelevant Leaf shinobi has too say to me.” Kiro replied, turning his head slightly to the left so he could get an angle on the Leaf ninja.
Before replying to the rather insulting remark, Fugaku sighed and closed his eyes. “So if you won’t listen to some trash Leaf shinobi, then tell me...” Fugaku then opened his eyes, revealing a three tomoe sharingan, glaring at Kiro. “What do these eyes tell you... child?”
‘Wait... eyes?’ Kiro turned around completely to see Fugaku’s imposing sharingan looking down at him, only a few feet away.
Kiro’s calm expression slowly went from shock to fear and then finally anger all in a matter of seconds. The bastard that had been speaking to them this whole time was an Uchiha. This same guy who looked down at him like he was some child. The same ninja who spoke as if he could read him like a book.
Kiro remained still for a moment as if he had been paralyzed by the sharingan’s genjutsu. However, that wasn’t the case as Kiro slowly began to chuckle. This Uchiha had the nerve to speak down on him as if he were a child. Too even speak his name so casually. It completely disgusted him. His chuckle continued on for a few moments even causing Fugaku to raise an eyebrow as he watched the boy.
Suddenly he stopped and raised his right hand as a gesture to show Kai he was alright. The chakra that had been welled up inside of him finally stabilizing. “Kai, it’s fine. Answer his questions. Tell him what he wants to know.” Kiro might as well have made it an order with his tone as he continued too stare down Fugaku.