Chapter 201: Tadashi’s Deep Contemplation
"He doesn't know what's good for him."
Looking in the direction of Tadashi's departure, Homura suppressed the urge to curse. Tadashi's refusal had also extinguished his last hope. He hated that he wasn't capable of taking the Hokage's position himself; otherwise, he wouldn't care about becoming a puppet.
"When the spotlight's gone, so are the friends. He's seen through it," Hiruzen remarked, quickly regaining his composure.
Though the outcome was disappointing, it wasn't entirely unexpected. Tadashi had been the Clan Head for over ten years—no one could call him a fool. This was just his last desperate attempt.
"I just can't figure out how Fugaku Uchiha managed to use Genjutsu right under your nose," Homura muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief.
By all logic, a Genjutsu should not have gone undetected by someone of Hiruzen's Kage-level skill.
"I've thought about this," Hiruzen said grimly. "There's only one possibility. His Sharingan has evolved."
It wasn't arrogance that led Sarutobi to doubt Fugaku's ability, but rather confidence in his own mastery of Genjutsu. Even a wielder of the Three Tomoe Sharingan would struggle to catch him off guard. He had sparred countless times with Kagami Uchiha, who had exceptional Genjutsu skills.
"Mangekyō?" Homura gasped, his jaw dropping in shock. He still vividly remembered the terrifying sight of Madara Uchiha wielding Susano'o. That was the power of the Mangekyō.
There was no comparison between the Three Tomoe Sharingan and the Mangekyō Sharingan—they existed in entirely different realms.
"Well, it's likely a result of his uncle's death," Hiruzen speculated. He understood the Uchiha better than Homura ever could.