Reaching out to take the cup from Evan's hand, Fugaku lowered his head to look at the cup of black sludge in his hand that was still bubbling. The muddy water emitted a faint dark light, and the bubbles that emerged looked like broken human faces.
A word suddenly flashed through Uchiha Fugaku's mind: colorful black.
"Lord Madara...how do you use this thing?" asked Uchiha Fugaku.
You don't want me to drink something this disgusting.
Evan's answer shattered the remaining hope in his heart. "Drink, Fugaku. This is the fate of the Uchiha clan."
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