Honkai Impact 3rd: This is how Obito and Rin used it

"It's alright if you eat it, the weasel is still growing."

Mikoto Uchiha said impatiently, "I told you, it's none of your business."

"Itachi doesn't need your fake concern."

"Go and do your work."

Fugaku Uchiha frowned.

His attitude was already so clear, so why did Uchiha Mikoto still act like she was completely unmoved?

This is absolutely outrageous!

So what if we brought Itachi to the battlefield? So much time has passed, why can't we let this go!

Before marriage, Mikoto Uchiha was not like she is now; she was anything but gentle and considerate!

Fugaku Uchiha, feeling resentful, turned around and prepared to leave.

He is the head of the Uchiha clan and disdains arguing with women.

Before leaving, looking at the fresh fruits and vegetables he had brought back on the table, he couldn't help but think to himself, "What an ungrateful woman."

But suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

Looking at the fruits on the table, he suddenly remembered that Uchiha Mikoto was a very hygienic person.

They pay close attention to both personal and food hygiene. They always choose the freshest ingredients for cooking.

How could you have eaten something bad?

"Ugh!~" Mikoto Uchiha made a sound from the bathroom again.

Fugaku Uchiha frowned in thought.

Mikoto Uchiha's recent condition came to mind.

Always wearing loose-fitting clothes.

Always staying at home.

My temper has worsened, and I often feel nauseous.

The situation felt somewhat familiar.

Many years ago, when the other person was pregnant with Weasel, she looked just like this.

What could possibly make someone look like they're newly pregnant? I can't think of anything...!!!

Chapter 260 Heartbreaking Pain

It felt like a thunderbolt exploded in my mind!

Fugaku Uchiha suddenly turned around, his gaze narrowing sharply as he looked towards the bathroom!

A terrible thought suddenly appeared in my mind, and once it appeared, it could never be erased!

"Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock~"

The pounding of his heart was clearly audible. Fugaku Uchiha stared intently at the direction of the bathroom, his hands suddenly clenching tightly.

One minute, two minutes.

Fugaku Uchiha truly experienced what it meant for each day to feel like an eternity.

Three minutes later, Mikoto Uchiha finally came out of the bathroom.

She saw Uchiha Fugaku standing there, eyes wide open, and she frowned.

At this moment, Fugaku Uchiha's appearance is quite different from that of a few years ago.

Not only did she look haggard, as if she had aged more than ten years, but the long-term pressure had also made her eyes gloomy and the wrinkles on her face as sharp as if they had been carved by a knife.

Especially the other person's eyes.

Mikoto Uchiha hadn't seen tenderness and love in those eyes for a long time.

However, she was already used to it.

At this moment, when Fugaku Uchiha stared at her with wide eyes, she didn't react much.

Fugaku Uchiha spoke first.

"You're pregnant?!"

Mikoto Uchiha froze.

Three seconds later, she returned to normal.

There was no argument, no anger, only a predictable calm.

"It's none of your business."

Boom!!

A thunderbolt struck my mind.

Fugaku Uchiha trembled.

He still clung to his last hope until he received a reply.

Perhaps Mikoto Uchiha would frown and scoff, "What nonsense are you talking about?" Perhaps the other party would fly into a rage, "How dare you doubt me!" He might even hope that the other party would have a big argument with him.

However, none of them were found.

He received the answer he least wanted to hear.

'None of your business'

Huh~

How could it be unrelated to me?

Have you forgotten who you are?!

Fugaku Uchiha's pupils trembled.

He reached out and pointed at Uchiha Mikoto's face, his fingers trembling.

The room was warm as spring, but he was covered in cold sweat and his hands and feet were icy cold.

My heart was pounding along with my forehead.

"You...you! How dare you!"

A fleeting look of guilt crossed Mikoto Uchiha's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, his expression returned to its coldness.

"I told you, this has nothing to do with you."

"I told you that the day Itachi got lost on the battlefield."

"Fugaku, it's over."

"Have you forgotten who you are?!" Fugaku Uchiha asked incredulously.

Uchiha Mikoto first frowned and said, "Keep your voice down."

"Itachi has already gone to sleep."

Fugaku Uchiha's eye twitched.

He suppressed his anger with all his might, his voice as cold as ice.

"Tell me, whose is it?"

Mikoto Uchiha remained silent.

She couldn't answer that question.

The answer was destined to be taken to the grave with her.

Fugaku Uchiha: "Answer me."

Uchiha Mikoto: "Fugaku".

"Get out of here."

"Go and rest, or go to your Nanga Shrine for a meeting."

"Don't bother me, I'm going to sleep."

Are you going to sleep?

At this hour, how can you still be sleeping?!

Fugaku Uchiha stared at Mikoto Uchiha, who was dressed in purple pajamas, and gritted his teeth, a metallic taste rising in his mouth.

In an instant, many images flashed through my mind.

Those images... do not conform to the Will of Fire, and violate humanitarian principles.

Imagine a man's figure moving with sweeping, powerful movements... The three-tomoe jade pendant silently appears in my eyes.

Amidst flashes of crimson light, the magatama spun continuously.

Looking at Mikoto Uchiha's still-unobtrusive belly, a strong and pure killing intent began to surge within him.

A flash of red light appeared, and Uchiha Mikoto instantly took a half step back.

Facing the menacing Uchiha Fugaku, her face was as cold as ice, and a bloodthirsty glint flashed in her eyes as well.

The same three-tomoe jade!

The three-tomoe gem represents the ceiling of Uchiha power under normal circumstances.

Fugaku Uchiha's killing intent surged, but Mikoto Uchiha remained resolutely still.

In the void, two wills collided, and a silent roar reverberated in their minds.

Fugaku Uchiha spat out words brimming with hatred between his teeth.

"Let me kill him."

Mikoto Uchiha took a deep breath, her chakra surging within her, ready for a desperate fight.