The morning dew is faint,
The moon is about to fall.
In the Land of Fire, Konoha Uchiha Residence
This is the furthest residential area from Naruto building in Konoha.
Since Konoha decided to build a village,
The Uchiha family moved here. At first, this place was far from complete. Only the innermost Uchiha residence was built.
That was the home of the Uchiha patriarch and the gathering place of the clan. After that, other Uchiha clansmen also moved in one after another.
According to the distance of the bloodline,
Or three parents or several generations of grandparents and grandchildren,
They built their own residences around the main residence. After that,
After another sixty years of reproduction, some houses were rebuilt because of the proliferation of descendants,
Some were flattened or directly confiscated along with the property in the house because no one inherited it or because it was in disrepair. Speaking of this, it was a bit unfair to the deceased, but this is the law of survival of the Uchiha family – dedication, sacrifice, regardless of personal interests, everything is for the continuation of the family. Even if there are indeed contradictions between the generations of this family,
Clansmen and clansmen inevitably, like other living creatures, will stumble and even bleed for some trivial matters.
But this is home.
At this time, Uchiha Itachi was standing at the gate of his house, staring blankly at the large open space in front of the door that was occasionally used for gatherings. He was holding the thin folder given to him by the Hokage, waiting. Waiting for another captain of Naruto's guard, holding the same folder, waiting for him to bring several Anbu with the same surname Uchiha to catch all the other Uchiha people in front of him, to ensure that he, the quasi-patriarch, can get rid of those who may affect his smooth succession of the patriarch's position. After all, the previous patriarch has not had time to truly announce his successor.
And,
In the history of Uchiha,
Not every patriarch is the son of the former patriarch – Itachi himself has received many such field assassination missions over the years.
But why is there always a clansman in every family who is disobedient? Just like Itachi has never understood,
Why is it that no matter how big or small, every Shinobi village must have a rebellious Shinobi? However, Itachi knew very well why Naruto gave him a kill list so soon after his father's death. First, there were a few people who had always opposed his father's family policies in recent years. In other words, they opposed Naruto, the head of the Four Generations. Secondly, there were a few people who were purely against Uchiha Itachi becoming the patriarch.
Uchiha Itachi had a lot of admirers. Distance makes the heart grow fonder. However, the real young master of the Uchiha family, who had been praised as a genius since young, was not very likable. He was strong and proud. Other people started school at the age of six, but he became a ninja at the age of six. Other people graduated at the age of twelve or thirteen, but they may not be able to become a Genin, but he was already the acting captain of the Anbu under Naruto -sama of the Four Generations. Yes, Itachi was the legendary "other people's child". As the "other people's child", Itachi said that the two words he hated the most were trash and boring talk. He never bothered to do boring talk with trash. But unfortunately, there were a lot of trash in the Uchiha family.
Therefore, Itachi sighed and looked at the gray-haired clansmen in front of him. Every time they talked, they were easily caught by the red-eyed Dark Unit in their sleep. He didn't want to imagine the day when someone else became the patriarch. So, he couldn't refuse Naruto -sama's kindness at all. After all, in the name of Naruto, evaporating a few "traitors who wanted to use the death of the patriarch to rebel against Konoha", compared to the new patriarch eliminating dissidents, of course, the first one was more convenient.
"Patriarch, forgive me for overstepping." A red-eyed young Anbu beside Itachi slowly turned the comma in his eyes. He thought that Itachi couldn't do it. "The old patriarch can suppress people, but you may not be able to do it. A long night is full of dreams, these old guys are a disaster."
Itachi wanted to say that he was just thinking about how to kill them and collect their bodies more conveniently. But in the end, he only nodded. Then, he matched the people in front of him with the list in his hand. He decided that it would be more convenient to set them on fire, so that he didn't have to let his brothers move the bodies here and there. So soon, Itachi's pupils turned even faster. He raised the one-tomoe jade to the three-tomoe jade that he rarely had the chance to use. He just swept it across the faces of the people in front of him, and in an instant, the black flame burned fiercely. Not long after, the few living people turned into a few piles of black ashes.
"Hiss." The red-eyed Anbu watched the people who were alive and kicking a moment ago turn into ashes. They took a deep breath and bowed to their new patriarch with one knee.
But Itachi frowned, of course, it wasn't a matter of etiquette, but there were still some ashes left in the cracks of the stone bricks. "Let's clean it up."
"Yes, Patriarch." The young Uchiha who had just spoken to persuade Itachi immediately stood up and called for the others to pick up brooms and bring water to the table.
It was quiet and busy.
Uchiha Shisui, who finally finished watching the whole scene, also breathed a sigh of relief. He stepped forward and handed a cigarette to Itachi. "Want to smoke?"
Itachi shook his head and refused. He looked at Naruto's guard captain with the same red eyes and finally asked the question he had been wanting to ask for a long time. "The last time I saw your eyes, I thought I was wrong – are you also a Uchiha?"
"What do you think?" Shisui lit the cigarette. "Konoha is not only a Uchiha with the surname Uchiha."
Itachi wanted to ask, "Then, senpai, do you also have a good friend like Kakashi who is willing to give you his eyes? If there is, maybe I know him. " But in the end, Itachi only said "Oh."
There was a silence.
"Ah, right. Your technique just now was really cool. " Seeing that Itachi was silent, Shisui could only speak up himself. After all, he still had a mission to help Naruto assess the mental state of "that child". Although Shisui felt that he was more confident in Itachi's mental state than Naruto's. "Is it a new technique?"
"No." Itachi regretted saying these two words. He actually wanted to say that this technique was called Amaterasu. If you can't avoid it, it will burn everything. He learned it after he opened his three tomoe eyes, but it seemed to be very troublesome to use, and his father told him not to use it as much as possible. Itachi suddenly felt a little irritated, and he couldn't help but rub his eyes.
"Does it make your eyes uncomfortable?"
"Yes." Itachi answered, and then fell silent again. Of course, it wasn't that Itachi didn't want to chat with this senpai who wasn't useless at all, but what to chat about? Except with his brother, he really didn't know how to.
So the one who spoke was still Shisui. He looked at the freshly cleaned ground and asked Itachi, "What do you plan to do next? If you have any difficulties, you can tell me."
"My mother told me to find her after I'm done. She wants to discuss my father's funeral with me." Itachi braced himself and finally said a long sentence. As the new leader of Uchiha, he didn't want to make Naruto misunderstand him. "If it's difficult, how to tell Sasuke is a problem."
Shisui really wanted to tell Itachi. Couldn't he just say it directly? But when he thought about Naruto's abnormal behavior, he suddenly realized that he might be the one who was abnormal. "Your mother might already have an idea. I'm also going back to Gen's place. Shall we go together? "
"Okay."
Two rays of black light quietly disappeared.
But Kakashi, who was standing far away on the treetops, could still clearly see Shisui's sign language. "Itachi has me, you go take care of Naruto."
There was nothing wrong with this statement, but Kakashi subtly felt that he was being despised. He took out his cigarette box and wanted to light it, but after thinking about it, he put it back in his pocket. Today's matter was very smooth, and there were no accidents. Then, why would he want to smoke? Kakashi sighed and waved his hand to cancel the order to surround Uchiha's base. Only a few Uchiha Black Ops were left to go home to rest and observe the situation. Then? He flashed back to his senpai's side.
Naruto Building Naruto's Office.
It was already a bit bright outside the window, but Naruto's lounge was still dark. Kakashi silently exchanged a few words with the staff on duty. After confirming that everything was normal, he carefully went around the sofa and coffee table and approached Naruto's bed. His senpai was in a deep sleep. Kakashi tidied his senpai's blanket and walked into the bathroom even more lightly. He pressed the water heater's sound hole, then turned on the switch. The muffled sound indicated that Kakashi's water heater was about to start working. Kakashi really wanted to replace this almost broken water heater, but every time he really wanted to replace it, it would mysteriously come back to life.
But now, Kakashi lightly patted the water tank. "Konoha is already far from bankruptcy. If you don't want to be sold as scrap metal now, you better boil the water properly. Don't let the electricity leak."
"Why are you talking to yourself in the bathroom?"
"Nothing." Kakashi poked his head out. His senpai didn't get up. "I'll boil the water for you."
"Oh." Watergate turned around. "Uchiha's side is over."
"Yeah, there's no trouble. Everything is as you wish. Those who deserve to die are all dead." Kakashi stood by the bed and whispered, "Itachi, that silly boy, didn't find any signs that shouldn't be there."
"Yeah, that's Naruto."
"It's okay." Kakashi frowned and yawned. "It's only four o 'clock. Go back to sleep. We'll talk about it when you wake up."
"Okay, then you should sleep too." Watergate seemed to have heard Kakashi's sleepiness. He moved deeper into the bed and barely made room for his disciple. "We'll talk about your problem when you wake up."
Kakashi shivered at his senpai's words. He was instantly no longer sleepy, but he still needed to rest. He stretched and looked at the small sofa beside him. Thinking about the wound on his back, he decisively took off his coat and shoes and lay down on the bed. The bed was hard. It wasn't comfortable to squeeze with his senpai, but Kakashi still fell asleep immediately.
"Grumble, grumble."
"Kakashi, don't sleep on your stomach. You're snoring too loudly." Watergate stretched out his leg and kicked Kakashi's calf.
But Kakashi was still snoring thunderously. He didn't have any intention of stopping.
Watergate had to cover his ears with his hands and turn around, pretending not to hear. But the fact was, the more he cared, the more he couldn't fall asleep. He kicked Kakashi again. "If you snore again, I'll hit you."
"Grumble, grumble."
Watergate sighed, rubbed his forehead, got up, put on his shoes, and stood by the bed watching Kakashi play dead. "You're not so stupid that you haven't slept since the night before, are you?"
"Grumble, grumble."
"With your IQ, it's possible." Minato muttered to himself as he touched the temperature of Kakashi's forehead. Then, he pulled open his pants and looked at the scab wound. "Fortunately, he still remembered to apply medicine. He's not too stupid."
"Grumble, grumble."
Watergate sighed and covered Kakashi with a quilt. He turned off the timer beside the pillow and looked at his watch. It was 10 minutes to 5 o 'clock. It's really not the right time to do anything. Watergate thought, suddenly he was irritated again. He couldn't help but want to destroy something. But he still managed to control it. But the irritation in his heart seemed to be burning more and more vigorously, as if the oxygen in the whole room was burned away. Watergate breathed heavily, endured the unhappiness in his heart, hesitated, and changed into clean clothes. After hesitating again, he even put on Naruto's cloak. After all, there were ninjas who came out for morning exercises. If his subordinates saw Naruto walking out in disheveled clothes, it would be easy to be misunderstood.
But where could he go in the morning when he couldn't sleep?
Watergate waved away the Anbu on duty who wanted to follow him and slowly walked out of the Naruto building. The old Naruto building was obscure in the morning fog, and the new Naruto building was completely invisible in the dark morning light. This made Naruto even more uncomfortable. Therefore, he dug and dug, but even after rummaging through all his pockets, he still couldn't find the small glass bottle. Forget it, Tsunade's medicine is mostly for comfort anyway. Watergate comforted himself, who was getting more and more irritated, then he opened his mouth and swallowed a mouthful of cold mist. He felt the coolness enter his lungs along his trachea and then fill his entire chest. He thought, since it's for comfort, swallowing air and swallowing pills are not much different. Indeed, he felt much better. So Naruto took this opportunity to make a hand seal. He didn't know the coordinates, he planned to let Thor take him somewhere in Konoha. This was a dangerous new experiment, but he felt that he really needed a little stimulation.
But as soon as he opened his eyes, he was even more irritated.
Memorial Tablet
It was foggy.
"Little Watergate, why did you come here so early in the morning?" Sandaime Naruto, who was holding a small white chrysanthemum, stood next to Watergate Thor's coordinates. "Are you in a bad mood?"
Watergate wanted to fly somewhere else.
"Is it because Fugaku is dying? Well, you have a good relationship with him. " Sarutobi sensed that his successor was indeed in a bad mood. "But it's normal to be born, grow old, get sick, and die."
Watergate was silent. He didn't make another hand seal.
Instead, he simply found a curb and sat down. "Why is it that every time I'm in a bad mood, I always see you, Lord Third Generation?"
"Because I come here every day." Sarutobi walked towards Watergate with his hands behind his back. "And you only come occasionally."
"Why do I have to come here every day?" Watergate stretched out his neck. "I only have Kina engraved on it. There aren't that many people I need to visit."
"Most of my relatives, friends, and acquaintances are here." The old Hokage didn't get angry when he heard Minato's harsh words.
Watergate pursed his lips, regretting that Sandaime didn't quarrel with him.
But Sandaime didn't regret it at all. He continued to observe Watergate. "You forgot to wear your forehead protector today."
"It's not working hours now."
"You look a little weird without it." Sandaime frowned and smiled. "Little Watergate, you have to learn to relax."
"I'm relaxing right now!" Watergate really wanted to throw a Rasengan at the long-winded old man. "So can you let me have some peace and quiet?"
"Sure." Sandaime didn't leave. Instead, he walked closer to Watergate. "But you can't always talk to the memorial."
Watergate glanced at his senior. The old man smiled as solemnly and kindly as ever. He was as worthy of respect and love as he was a long time ago. It was as if everything could be solved as long as you said something to him. Watergate couldn't help but want to talk to the old man. He needed his son, Naruto Uzumaki, and he didn't want to leave him for a moment. There was also Kakashi, who was becoming more and more disobedient. He really didn't know what to do with that child now. There was also Itachi, Mikoto, and many, many things and many, many people. He really missed his wife, and he felt more and more that he didn't seem like a good person at all. But in the end, Watergate was just thinking about it. Because he knew very well that Naruto, the Sandaime, wasn't as reliable and trustworthy as he appeared to be, just like Naruto, the Sandaime of the Four Generations.
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"Well, actually, it's not bad to talk to the memorial." After hesitating for a long time, Sarutobi went behind Watergate under his stare, helped him straighten out Naruto's cloak, and patted Watergate's shoulder without saying anything.
Merits and demerits are all medals.
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