Naruto: The world has misled me a lot!

"This... is war?"

In the wasteland of loess gullies, rocks and ruins, a young boy named Uchiha Itachi stood firmly on the soft ground.

The unsolid ground made him feel weightless, and he didn't know how to place his feet.

The person who was alive just now, with his hideous face and rapid breathing, is still before my eyes and in my ears, but now, everything has changed.

Corpses, corpses, and more corpses!

The scarlet blood infected the earth, changing the color of the yellow and brown soil, and the white and gray rocks. The glow in the sky ignited the clouds, and the red of the fiery clouds was so dazzling.

Itachi could no longer tell whether it was the color of blood or the farewell of the sun.

He seemed to have lost his soul, staggering through the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

There was not a single corpse with closed eyes on the ground. Their expressions were particularly hideous, and their twisted limbs showed despair. One could imagine how unwillingly they took their last breath.

"Woo..."

Just when Itachi's worldview was about to be shattered, a voice from beyond hell reached his ears.

"Water, water..."

The young child suddenly raised his head and looked around, his clear eyes looking at the pile of dead bodies with hope.

He quickly found the person calling for help, stumbled towards him, and hurriedly fed the water bottle he carried with him to his mouth.

He didn't notice that the man he was rescuing had red clothes and yellow armor, the symbol of Iwagakure.

Perhaps, for the young boy, these are not important. He saved this person only out of respect for life and the instinct to help his own kind.

However, this was just his wishful thinking.

Feeling the moisture on his lips, the Iwa Ninja took a big gulp of water, and then opened his eyes with difficulty.

"Thank you!"

His vision was still blurry, and the Iwa Ninja relaxed his guard, feeling relieved at being rescued.

The ones who can come to rescue him at this time should be Iwagakure's companions. It seems that we have won.

That's great.

With this joy, his vision gradually became clear, and only then could he see the child beside him and the iconic Uchiha costume on him.

The huge psychological gap made his pupils shrink instantly, and then he was afraid of death. He did not feel pity for the other person just because he was a child, and he also forgot the experience of being rescued.

Zheng!

After repeating the pulling action thousands of times, he was able to easily take the kunai in his hand and stabbed it into the child's delicate chest.

A flash of white light from a sharp blade flashed across, bringing up a splash of blood, and the Iwa Ninja's body fell into a pool of blood.

The young child seemed to have been drained of all his strength at this moment. He fell to his knees, and the scarlet blood flowed down the ground to his knees, but he was unaware of it.

Uchiha Fugaku stood behind him, the two deep lines on his face making his marble-like cold face look even more indifferent.

"Remember, that's what war is all about!"

The cold and merciless words were like a sharp knife, cutting off all the fantasies in Itachi's heart.

"The world of ninja is full of life-and-death struggles, killings, and a bloody world wrapped in death. As the young patriarch of the Uchiha clan, you will have to face all of this sooner or later."

The father's words were like thunder exploding in the child's ears, making the child's face even paler.

The little shoulders were trembling, the tender chest was rising and falling dramatically, and the heartbeat was faster than ever before, but Itachi could not feel the temperature of the blood flowing in his body.

He felt his eyes a little sore, so he turned his head and tried to open his eyes wide to prevent his upper eyelids from drooping.

At some point, the sky darkened and a drizzle began to fall.

The cold water flowed down along the forehead, passed the corners of the eyes, flowed down the cheeks, and dripped onto the ground.

Itachi still didn't blink, even though the heavens were covering it up for him.

He held back his tears, because he knew that if he really cried, his father would be disappointed and would think that he lacked the basic qualities of a ninja.

He looked into the distance to distract himself.

The clear rain washed away the dirt on the entangled corpses, and the faces of pain and despair became clearer. No matter whether they were ninjas from Konoha, Kumogakure or Iwagakure, they all looked so similar when they died.

With the desire for life and the fear of death,

But, they all turned into cold corpses.

"Father, why, why did you bring me here?"

The sound was very faint, so faint that it was mixed with the sound of rain hitting the ground and was difficult to hear clearly.

As a father, Uchiha Fugaku heard it very clearly. He did not look at his young son who was trying hard to restrain himself. He stood beside the child like a big tree.

After a long silence, he slowly said:

"Because you are my child. From the day you were born, you shouldered the responsibility of promoting the Uchiha clan.

I look forward to you growing up day by day, and I am even more eager for you to become strong in the real world.

This is your destiny!"

Uchiha Fugaku bent down and half-knelt beside his beloved son, looking at him with infinite expectation.

The child was very young, and although his intelligence and talent were evident from an early age, the words "reality" and "destiny" were so profound that it was difficult for him to comprehend the meaning contained in them with his knowledge and understanding.

He could only vaguely understand his father's intentions through eye contact.

"Itachi! Ninjas are born to fight and die to fight. Your ninja career will span life and death. Remember what you see and hear, turn it into wisdom and strength, and control the most powerful force of the Uchiha. You have the potential!"

Kato Makoto's Mangekyo deeply hurt the heart of the Uchiha clan leader. The Uchiha's divine power was actually activated in the hands of an outsider.

This made the entire family sad, and he, as the clan leader, was too ashamed to face his fellow clan members.

Therefore, he was eager to prove that only in the hands of Uchiha could the power of God exert its greatest strength.

This requires an ultimate genius to help him achieve it, and Itachi is such an Uchiha.

What he didn't know was that the child he held hands with and walked across the battlefield in the rain had a dull pain in his eyes.

Different from the itching and heat of tears, it was the budding of new buds in spring. The coldness of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the battlefield seemed to gather in his eyes.

Visions of death appeared before his eyes. Itachi closed his eyes in fear and took a few steps. The cold and evil power receded and his red eyes turned dark black.

Itachi's heart was beating like a drum. He could feel that the power had not disappeared, but was hidden deep in his mind, waiting to be dug out by him again one day.

"What's wrong, Itachi?"

Uchiha Fugaku felt the child clutching his hand tightly and breathing heavily.

He shook his head and didn't answer his father.

Uchiha Itachi once again looked around the hell of corpses, and suddenly felt an unprecedented disgust for this world, a world full of blood.