Chapter 873 Godaime Hokage: Hyuga Kuroto!
The radiant smile that adorned Yui's face tensed, overshadowed by Fugaku's doubts regarding the vote's outcome.
For Yui, the prospect of Kuroto ascending to the position of Godaime Hokage was nothing short of a dream—exquisite and fantastical. Despite the sweetness of this dream, she couldn't help but feel an undercurrent of unease, particularly now with Fugaku approaching the ballot box. Her nerves were palpable as she tightly gripped Kuroto’s cuffs, seeking solace in the touch of Kuroto's hand. In a soothing voice, he reassured her, "Don't worry." Yui nodded, though her anxious gaze remained fixated on the ballot box.
As Fugaku steadily approached the ballot box, a semblance of calm washed over him. He had come to realize that there couldn't possibly be any discrepancies in the vote of confidence results. Exposing any foul play would be far too easy, especially considering the Uchiha members he had discreetly arranged to be part of the staff responsible for ballot inspection. However, a troubling question lingered—why had he, the expected victor, suffered a defeat?
Doubt seeped into Fugaku's mind as he arrived at the ballot box. He contemplated whether one of the shinobi clan who had pledged their support had betrayed him. Seeking answers, he turned to the Uchiha individuals he had positioned within the ticket-checking team. Their somber expressions and swift head-shaking only deepened his frustration.
Ignoring them, Fugaku meticulously examined each vote cast by the Jonin, his countenance composed, albeit seething with growing anger. Unbeknownst to him, his fury turned his Sharingan, into the Mangekyou Sharingan, its crimson radiance mirroring his inner turmoil.
‘These treacherous people!' Fugaku's inner voice thundered, his anger transmuting into an overwhelming aura of malevolence. The palpable killing intent emanating from him permeated the air, causing even the nearby Anbu operatives to brace themselves and the Uchiha clansmen involved in the vote-counting process to instinctively recoil in fear. In their eyes, the chakra coursing through Fugaku had turned as icy as the depths of winter, sending shivers down their spines.
Boom!
In a fit of rage, Fugaku forcefully overturned the long table on which the tickets were arranged, his heavy breaths punctuating the charged atmosphere. With seething eyes, he glared at the distant clan patriarchs who had insinuated their allegiance to him, now avoiding his piercing gaze.
Gritting his teeth, Fugaku's voice dripped with icy contempt as he coldly shouted, "You traitors! I will ensure you understand the consequences of deceiving the Uchiha Clan!"