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That's because he didn't know yet, that man was a Uchiha who was far stronger than him.

Later, he would still walk over pretending not to see it, and after being caught by the man again, he gave him a funny look.

"Children must be polite." The man just nodded and said to him.

The young man's name is Uchiha Shisui, and to Itachi who followed him into the forest without saying a word, he just stood still and asked without looking back:

"Do you want revenge?"

He stood on a tall tree, a little surprised.

The man turned around and smiled happily towards where he was hiding.

"My name is Uchiha Shisui, you have to remember it clearly!"

At that time, he was only five years old.

In my memory, the man at that time had a tall and tall figure, but in fact, he was only a child who had just grown up at that time.

But when he walked to the man, overlapping tree shadows fell from the sky, like wet spider webs, and fell on his forehead like a dream. He had to look up to see the man's clear outline s face.

After ruffling his hair, I asked him, "What's your name?" as if remembering something.

He froze for a moment.

No one had ever asked him such a question.

He is Itachi, Uchiha Itachi, who in Konoha Village doesn't know?

Even if he just walks through the streets of Konoha with his head down every day, even if he doesn't know who and who is in this village at all.

The man frowned slightly, and whispered to himself, "Oh, I can't be an idiot."

"Itachi, Uchiha Itachi," he blurted out in a hurry, but he didn't know why.

"Ah..." The man was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and then said casually, "Oh, I see."

He stood there awkwardly, looking at the man's slightly tired side face.

Perhaps human beings are so small and shallow.

Later, he slowly thought back, if that man didn't have that kind of arrogance concealed under the carelessness, if that man wasn't the strongest man in the Uchiha family, if that man didn't grab his wrist so forcefully ...

Will he still follow the opponent closely.

Unfortunately……

Those long-gone pasts have no ifs.

Itachi, who still hadn’t left the school at that time, followed the school’s Chunin teacher every day to pull weeds in the village, patrol, look for lost sheep, repair the leaking roof, and feel ashamed because of those trivial things.

Those things that were clearly done by Genin, but because of the persecution of the war, all were handed over to these children who were not even considered Genin.

He washed the dirt off his face with lake water, and quietly looked at the face with drops of water dripping in the waves of tiny water ripples on the lake surface, and the pair of blood-red eyes.

It will rot.He said to himself.

Then bask in the sun.The man's uninterested voice fell from a high place.

He turned around abruptly.

The man jumped down, "I'm going to watch you from today on, you can be honest with me."

He just narrowed his eyes slightly.

"It's really..." The man scratched his neck and complained bitterly, "Let me see the child."

He quietly watched the man walking towards him.Those are the eyes that all Uchihas have, they are pitch black and bright, like the wings of a crow.

So bluntly told Itachi, I'm here to spy on you.

It should open those blood-red eyes during battle.

"Be honest, and I'll take it easy." The man rubbed his hair, and when he walked by him, he threw a handful of kunai into his hand.

He silently retracted the Kunai to its original position.

"Understood?"

He saw the man turned his head and showed him a completely different expression from the elder's, it was a cold face.

Five-year-old Itachi has not yet learned to say no.

For example.

He should have left the ninja school a long time ago. Interestingly, the elders of the clan told him through his father: stay for another two years.

Itachi, who still didn't know how to face his father's orders, stayed in the school like that, and finally ushered in the moment of graduation two years later.

Even so, the man only appeared by his side occasionally, extinguishing some of the thoughts that were about to move in his head with a non-threatening voice, and then rubbed his head.

At that time, he didn't know what kind of person the elders and seniors in the clan released to guard him.

Shisui, who lives in Anbe, used to be a eccentric person when he was young. Before he was promoted to the ninja, he was in the same group as the man who later became the fourth generation. Perhaps because of that, compared to other Uchiha, in the village Instead, it is not well-known.

But he once heard his father praise the Uchiha called Shisui.

At the same time, he complained secretly: "It's really a pity to let Zilai take that child with him."

The private complaints among the elders, although they were only spoken occasionally, clearly settled in Itachi's heart.

For his father, who has always been cautious in words and deeds, to say such words, he became slightly curious about the owner of that name.

Shisui, who is the captain of Anbu, seems to be a quiet and unassuming person. He always wears a white fox mask. When the mask that looks like a smiling face is taken off, Itachi feels that he sees the water in the lake. own reflection.

The blood-red eyes gradually turned black, as if a roaring beast suddenly withdrew its claws sleepily, and the entire battlefield was as peaceful as a lake in the morning.

He controlled his breathing, watching the man leave without nostalgia.

He didn't mention to anyone about following Shishui to carry out Anbu's mission. Although he was shocked by the power of the man's Sharingan, he felt unhappy when he thought that he was following all the way without being found.

It turns out that the people my father saw were nothing more than this.

At that time, because the school was boring, I often took Kunai and shuriken to the forest to practice. Before leaving, my mother suddenly stood in front of the entrance and asked him a little nervously: "Does Itachi want a younger brother?"

He stopped, looked at his mother's nervous smiling face, and thought for a while.

The mother stepped forward, her black hair hanging down to cover her forehead, and there was a slight fear in her gentle voice.

Itachi, will mother give birth to a younger brother for you?

It was an imperceptible trembling, and Itachi couldn't help but feel strange, where is it, what is it that he didn't do well?

Five-year-old Itachi, although puzzled, still replied in a normal tone.

The mother secretly breathed a sigh of relief, showing a sad smile behind him.

Standing behind him, he kept watching his departing mother until he walked a long distance before returning to the house. He raised his head, and his crimson Sharingan eyes gradually settled into black.

brother?

he thinks.

Father and mother didn't mention this matter often, but they did tell him clearly that his brother's name had already been chosen.

The father named the child Sasuke.

That name reminds me of Sasuke Sarutobi, that legendary man.

SUKE.

Whether it's Zuo or Zhuo, I want to be SUKE...

What kind of Sasuke does father want from such a small hope?

The five-year-old Itachi didn't know what kind of expectations the father who chose such a name for his unborn child had in his heart.

But it was after Sasuke was born that he realized all this.

His mother's workload gradually became suspiciously small, and in the humid season of July, he finally welcomed his blood-related younger brother.

At that time, he still didn't understand the meaning of the child's birth.

For a long time, it seems that only a few Uchihas have blood-related brothers and sisters. At the age of five, he didn't know what the child brought by his mother who endured the pain of pregnancy and childbirth meant to him.

The newborn child was dirty and ugly, and its wrinkled pink color was repulsive, but the mother held the little thing carefully to her chest and looked at it lovingly.

Standing beside his mother, he couldn't express his indescribable feelings, so he remained silent as usual. His mother smiled and handed the little thing in front of him, and asked him in a gentle and affectionate tone if he wanted to take a look at his brother.

Although he had no intention of reaching out to hug the child, the joy in his mother's eyes only made him feel inexplicably irritated.

Everyone in the family was busy dealing with that young life, and he, who had nothing to do, sat quietly in the corridor alone, listening to the happy and busy noise of the crowd.

The sky gradually darkened, and the night became hot and stuffy. The sunny baby in the corridor tilted his head motionlessly to look at him, and he closed his eyes.

When he left, no one noticed.

He opened the thin paper door without making a sound. Standing in front of Zhishui, he saw that the man was silently wiping a short kunai, and dozens of them were neatly lined up on the simple wooden table. Ironware of the same style.

"Is your brother born today?" Zhishui raised his head and glanced at him, and said to him solemnly, "I really envy you."

He was a little confused, not understanding what the strange man was saying that suddenly became serious.

"Let him avoid the detour you have taken."

Something hurt his chest violently, and he looked at the man's side face vigilantly and expectantly.

"People have to be stupid." The man lifted Kunai up, the thin light slipped down from the iron blade, and a fleeting smile was imprinted in Itachi's eyes. "Take good care of him."

That wasn't a mocking sneer.

"If I also have a younger brother, or a younger sister," the man casually tossed the Kunai away.