章 7: The Uchiha
My hands cupped a handful of water from the river, feeling the running current. I drank a little, contemplating my transmigration into the Naruto world.
It had barely been one complete day. Honestly, it was hard to believe that I was in an anime world and not lying in a hospital bed, suffering from the coffee thrown on my face.
Man though… it sucks to be blind. Everything I told Tsunade was mostly bullshit. I mean… I'm not about to fumble one of the hottest women in the Naruto world. Arguably *the* hottest.
Which idiot would fumble her?
With my experiences with women, there's no way I'm going to let an opportunity like this slip. As for becoming Tsunade's disciple…? Oh hell yeah. Anyone who would pass up such a golden opportunity is crazy stupid.
Not only do I get protection from a Sannin this way, but I get to enter Konoha politics with an even stronger backing than before, especially seeing how the Uchiha are extremely weak in state matters.
Medical ninjutsu is extremely underrated. People underestimate it, especially ninjas. However, that may be because not everyone has exceptional chakra control.
What a waste though... The Hyuga and the Uchiha have the most potential in this field, which is completely untapped. When I get back, I must teach them, maybe.
I remember how Kabuto did some cool stuff to Tsunade during their battle, making her nervous system confused about which limb to move.
Tsunade's mitotic regeneration especially was extremely overpowered. Imagine losing a head in battle and boom! Head regrows. Although that would probably be an even more extreme version of the skill… it's still a possibility.
Tsunade could, if she tried, create even more powerful medical ninjutsu and, with more research on the drawbacks, minimize them.
Also, poison. She has a repertoire related to poison. She can decipher any and create any. What an underrated skill, using poison. After all, that is how even Shisui, one of the strongest ninjas, got bamboozled.
It was one of the scenes that made me admire ninjas in the first part of Naruto when Tsunade slipped a drug into Jiraiya's drink before going to meet Orochimaru.
Up until Naruto Part One and the first arc of Shippuden, I would say… stuff actually seemed like ninja work and not just wizardry.
I can't see any drawbacks to accepting her. I get more time to seduce her, I get to learn medical ninjutsu from the best, and I gain political standing.
Now I can slowly see that I may not die if I return to Konoha. However, for this to be a possibility, I must return along with Tsunade.
The Uchiha can be saved. I am going to be their Messiah. As for Danzo… I will have to deal with him and get my eye back. The date of the massacre is approaching; I don't have time.
"I must… leave tomorrow at the earliest." Subconsciously, with my brain going into overdrive, I murmured aloud.
The Uchiha massacre would either be tomorrow night or the day after.
Anxiety and fear filled my heart, but I didn't have an option. I could choose not to save the Uchiha and stay with Tsunade and Shizune, letting the clan be massacred.
But… but… would that not be boring? It's dumb, but the type of person I am, I would be bored.
I like attention, and I like to be worshipped. So why would I let an opportunity like this slip? I am an Uchiha now, aren't I?
So let me revive the glory of this ancient clan.
Thinking this, I opened my eyes. Although the sockets were empty, at that moment I could see the night sky.
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Itachi closed his eyes, various thoughts rushing through his head. He was tired. Tired of the clan. Tired of the village. Tired of life.
He thought about Shisui, his best friend, and the new power that Shisui had gifted him—the Mangekyo Sharingan.
A gift like this felt more like a curse than a blessing.
"It seems I will have failed you, Shisui. The Uchiha name will cease to exist tomorrow night."
The village would be protected. That's all that matters, right…? The old, the young, the children… it was the right decision to kill them all, right?
Itachi did not know. However, he was firm in his decision. The Uchiha's hatred loomed over the village like a dark cloud. It needed to disappear for sunlight to shine over it.
"For the village…" Itachi murmured, believing himself, believing those words. He knew if he did not, the other states would take advantage. If he didn't. Someone else would. Better it be him.
"This is the only way as decreed by this appointed mission."
Sighing softly, he leaped down from the pole, walking toward the direction of his home. The lights were on, and he could see from the outline that dinner was being served.
His beautiful mother stood there, in the kitchen. Her graceful figure slightly swayed. Her hair was long enough to cover her petite but firm ass, and her dainty fingers clutched the pan.
His brother sat silently, peeking at their father from time to time, then quickly looking away to avoid being caught. Fugaku himself sat in a kimono, his eyes closed in quiet contemplation.
Suddenly he spoke.
"Itachi, you are here."
Sasuke instantly bobbed his head to glance at where his older brother was, intent on finding him.
Itachi's body flickered down to the ground in front of the window. He removed his shoes and his Anbu mask, slowly stepping onto the traditional Japanese wooden floor.
"Father."
Itachi acknowledged him, slowly walking on the tatami mat and sitting down. Fugaku Uchiha did not open his eyes; Itachi stared at him intently and then shut his own.
A suffocating silence pervaded the room. Sasuke's eyes went back and forth between the father and son duo. He remembered the scene from earlier in the evening.
A kunai in the Uchiha crest. Itachi's strange Sharingan with a different pattern than he had ever seen. News of Shisui's death. Itachi apologizing to the members of the Uchiha police force.
Now, Fugaku and Itachi… sitting. Both with their eyes closed. An aura of darkness coalesced in the light of the room.
Mikoto looked at the three Uchiha men with a sad expression. For some reason, a lump formed in her throat, and she did not know why she was suddenly feeling melancholic.
She glanced at her oldest son, his visage calm yet his fingers cold; her husband, with a few hairs turning grey; and her youngest son, the apple of their eyes, always seeking their attention.
Despite the tense air, Mikoto Uchiha smiled. She laughed brightly as she brought the food to the table—the Uchiha family together, a memory she would always hold dear to her heart.
The dim lights of the once-glorious clan brightened a part of the Konoha village, often flickering from time to time.
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