【Itachi】The sky where crows fly low

At the age of eight, Shisui was promoted to Jonin.

At the same time, there was also a white dumpling who was promoted to Jonin.

"I don't want to congratulate him." Tai Tu was crying angrily, he grabbed Zhi Shui's clothes and wiped away his tears.

Zhishui patted his head lovingly.

Obito cried even more fiercely, and he said while crying: "Stupid Kaka puts on a bad face to me all day long, and wants me to congratulate him, you think he is not too much?"

Shishui: I don't quite understand your logic...

"Excessive."

"A white dumpling who looks so cute, won't even give me a little peripheral vision. Do you think he's too much?"

Zhishui: Hey Duo, is there something wrong with you?

"Excessive."

"I go to his house for dinner from Monday to Wednesday, and every meal is full of fish!! You think he is not too much?"

Shisui: It turns out that you went to Kakashi's house for dinner after eating with me from Monday to Sunday, boy, he is your owner, aren't you a bit too much!

"...excessive."

"Also, Lin's eyes have been on Bo Kaka all the time, obviously I'm much more handsome than Bo Kaka, okay? I'm obviously more masculine!" Obito grabbed the hem of Shisui's clothes and wiped his nose.

Zhishui: I really disagree.

"Yes..."

Obito sniffled, eyes reddened: "I feel better."

Zhishui: I don't feel well.

"I've decided!" Obito slapped the table, "Sure enough, Uchiha men must have Sharingan to be handsome! I decided to spend two weeks opening my eyes! Shisui, you must help me."

No, I still have soft ferrets to keep.

Just when he was about to refuse Obito's request, he smiled shyly when he saw Obito's big black eyes fixed on his own.

"That... can you show me... I'm an orphan, and my clansmen still call me stupid. To be honest, I haven't looked at the Sharingan carefully, show me..."

Zhishui was silent for a while: "Although this is a very strange request, if you insist, I will agree to you."

Sangouyu's Sharingan appeared, as beautiful and dangerous as imagined.

"It's true..." Obito was a little depressed.

Shisui sighed: "People who used to have these eyes were regarded as lunatics. The Uchiha clan gained strength in non-stop battles and became powerful after losing important people, so other people feared us. These eyes Eyes are also considered ominous, and you are only truly qualified to use them if you are prepared to bear the pain behind them."

I also don't want you to become the lunatic who was obsessed with fantasy and sank in pain in the previous life.So make up your mind early.

Be prepared to lose loved ones.

If possible, I will do my best to prevent the tragedy from happening. If I fail to do so, please learn to be strong yourself.

The Fourth World War was actually a tragedy caused by some people who went astray. The latecomers could not prevent the tragedy that had already happened, but they could prevent similar tragedies from happening again.

Uchiha is really a family who can make things happen.

Atypical Uchiha Shisui thought with a headache.

Obito only felt that the atmosphere was suddenly dignified, and he touched his head: "I'm sorry, maybe I reminded you of some bad experiences, but if I don't have power, I can't protect anyone. Kakashi is already a Jnin , I will catch up with his footsteps, one day I will become Hokage, and everyone will recognize my existence!"

Zhishui thought for a while, then took out a pen and paper: "Here, write it down, write down what you just said."

Obito blushed: "Eh? Do you want to do such a shameful thing?"

Zhishui showed that seemingly harmless smile again, and said, "I always think it will be very useful."

If you become black, I can publicly execute you.

The black history of the bosses in the fourth battle is very precious.

Besides, how could such an excellent manifesto not be properly recorded.

Hey, Curly, the black mud is coming out.

Seeing that Obito wanted to open his eyes so much, Shisui decided to do him a small favor.Zhishui searched the love novel category of the Konoha Library, and found all the life and death sadomasochism in it. On the way, he had to thank the librarian for his great help.

Obito was holding a stack of books with a dazed look on his face.

"Look, the opening of Sharingan requires great stimulation and strong emotions, such as sudden bursts of negative emotions such as sadness or anger. These books should be helpful." Zhishui said solemnly.

"So that's the case! Thank you! I'm going to practice immediately." Obito ran away in a hurry.

Shisui tried his best to hold back his laughter, Obito would probably realize that it was unrealistic to do so soon.

It's just that Obito has really tried too hard recently, and it's not advisable to practice until he faints, so let him take a good rest.

"Shisui just wants him to have a good rest." Itachi came over with an astonishingly thick book in his arms.

Zhishui touched the child's soft hair happily: "Yes, even if you work hard, you must pay attention to relaxation."

"Then Shisui should also pay attention to his health. I heard from my father that you have been taking on tasks non-stop recently." Itachi was a little unhappy.

Although he didn't show it, those big watery eyes were looking at Shisui with condemnation.

Ahh... I really want to hug it and take a bite.

"I see. It's because I have done too many tasks recently, which makes you feel lonely. Well, I will spend more time with you."

Itachi blushed a little, obviously trying to pretend he didn't care, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

It's still like this in this life...Itachi still has a cold face towards other people, and only when he is with himself will he have the look of a child.

Especially when it comes to getting along with peers...it can be said to be quite clumsy.

Although I really hope Itachi can cling to me every day, but a certain circle of friends is still necessary, otherwise how pitiful it would be to be alone like this.

"So, can Shisui practice shuriken with me?" The child's eyes were shining like little stars.

"Okay." Itachi was already four years old, and just like his previous life, he began to yearn for power.

The truly frightening thing about a creature like a genius is not the talent that is far beyond ordinary people, but this terrible self-awareness.

They know what they want and are willing to work hard for it.

Hearing too much about the legend of Shisui, the young Itachi had the idea of ​​a competition. He also wanted to be a ninja as good as Shisui.

It's really a pure and beautiful wish. If nothing changes, the battlefield of the Third World War, the constant fighting and dying new life will change Itachi's original intention of becoming stronger.

Become the strongest ninja, so that there will be no more battles in this world.

In the end, he died in order to carry out this purpose, and used his own life to atone for the dark ambition of the superior.

The two simply went to the training ground after buying the meatballs. Itachi stared at the bag of meatballs in Shisui's hands.

Zhishui loses shamefully.

"I can only eat two skewers. Two days ago, my toothache was so bad that I couldn't eat. Why did I look so energetic when I saw the meatballs. If Aunt Meiqin knew that I bought you meatballs again, I would be miserable..." Zhishui muttered , while handing the ball to Itachi.

Every time Shisui came back from the mission, he would use the mission money to buy Itachi meatballs and other sweets and send them there, completely forgetting that children would have tooth decay.

In the end, because of Itachi's toothache, Shisui was called by Aunt Mikoto and the patriarch to lecture him.

However, as long as Itachi looks at him with that longing eyes... Shisui can't control the behavior of buying, buying, buying...

As expected of my Little Itachi, he really is a genius of illusion, even I was tricked.

Uchiha's strongest phantom ninja began to deceive himself, and refused to admit that his position was not firm.

Itachi gnawed the balls obediently, making up his mind silently...Even if Brother Shishui tempts me with balls, I won't give in...

However, as expected of Brother Zhishui, a master of illusion, I really can't resist the ball in his hand at all.

Young weasel babies also begin to deceive themselves.