Naruto: Naruto's Uchiha girlfriend is too tsundere

A dull thud echoed through the night. The leading Uchiha clan member didn't even have time to react before his body slammed into the stone wall engraved with the clan crest. The air in his lungs was squeezed out by the heavy blow, and a painful groan escaped his throat.

So fast...

He didn't even see Itachi's movements clearly.

Itachi Uchiha gripped his collar tightly, pinning him to the clan crest. In his crimson Sharingan eyes, the three tomoe spun wildly, almost tearing apart into more intricate patterns.

"You keep talking about a clan, a clan..." Her voice was terrifyingly low, each word seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth, "...you who utter such words..."

The clan crest on the wall cracked from the impact, and the Uchiha fan pattern was twisted by his back. Two other clan members lay on the ground, struggling to get up.

"How could you possibly know... what sacrifices you all made behind the scenes?!"

"elder sister!"

A childish voice suddenly came from behind.

The itachi's fingertips trembled slightly.

Uchiha Satsuki stood at the entrance of the mansion, her small hands gripping the door frame tightly, her obsidian-like eyes filled with terror. She had never seen her sister like this before—the always gentle sister who was now like a demon, pinning her clansmen against the wall, her eyes swirling with a darkness she couldn't understand.

Satsuki......

The weasel's breath hitched for a moment.

But the next moment, the scene from her memory flooded back—Shisui stood on the edge of the cliff, blood streaming from his empty eye sockets, giving her one last smile, and then...

come down.

"Itachi! Stop it!"

Fugaku Uchiha's voice came from inside the house, and hurried footsteps approached.

But in Itachi's vision, all that remained was the face before him, still radiating arrogance and hostility. This person's eyes were exactly the same as those of the hawks who clamored at the clan meeting to "control the Nine-Tails and launch a coup."

It's you guys...

Her fingers tightened for a moment, and the faces of the tribesmen turned red from suffocation.

But in the end——

Itachi abruptly released her grip, letting the other slide to the ground, clutching her throat and coughing violently. She took a step back, the bloodshot in her eyes slowly fading, but the chill remained undiminished.

Under her father's stern gaze, she mechanically lowered her head and apologized to the three men.

But when she looked up again—the coldness in her Sharingan eyes remained as sharp as ever.

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In front of the ancient torii gate of the shrine, a few withered leaves were swept up by the night wind and swirled down between the two people.

Uchiha Itachi's black hair was gently swayed by the wind, highlighting her scarlet Sharingan eyes—the killing intent within them was almost tangible.

Across from him, Danzo Shimura leaned on a cane, his voice hoarse and slow, as if he were deliberately suppressing some emotion.

"Regarding the matter of Zhishui..." he sighed softly, as if genuinely regretting, "I didn't want things to come to that."

"But those eyes—'Kotoamatsukami'... I simply cannot trust them. My intention was only to take the eyes, not to take his life."

Itachi stared intently at Danzo's right eye, hidden beneath bandages—there, perhaps, lay Shisui's kaleidoscope.

But she didn't act, because if she did, Shisui's last wish would be completely dashed.

"What do you want to say?"

Danzo tapped his cane lightly on the ground, producing a dull thud. "Regarding the Uchiha's internal plan to attack the Nine-Tails... how many more years do you think Fugaku can maintain control?"

"The current Nine-Tails Jinchuriki is only nine years old. Fugaku is using the excuse that 'Satsuki will become close to Naruto and enter the upper echelons of Konoha's leadership' to delay—but that's at least several decades from now."

"What if one day... the Uchiha's hawks no longer obey the clan leader's orders and secretly kidnap the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki..."

His one eye stared directly at Itachi, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"How many people do you think would die if Konoha were to experience another Nine-Tails attack?"

A chilling night wind swept through the air. Itachi's Sharingan slowly rotated in the darkness, illuminating Danzo's wrinkled face—and the naked threat hidden behind his words.

Danzo leaned forward slightly. "Don't be fooled by the Third Hokage's pretty words. What peace talks, what trust..."

"He's the Hokage; the safety of the village must always be the top priority."

Danzo continued, "Sarutobi's suggestion doesn't solve the Uchiha problem at all. He's just burying a bomb deeper, waiting for it to explode even more violently in the future."

"So... I want you to make a choice."

"......choose?"

Danzo nodded slowly. "It's about waiting until the Uchiha coup, siding with the clan, and then being wiped out along with your family."

"Or... stand on Konoha's side, before the rebellion breaks out—" He paused, as if deliberately making every word that followed pierce Itachi's ears.

"Leave your sister alive, then... kill all the Uchiha clan members."

"...Kill...all the Uchiha clan members?"

Itachi's voice trembled slightly as she looked up, the three tomoe in her Sharingan almost merging into one. She had never imagined that Danzo's plan would be so extreme—massacre.

Danzo's expression remained unchanged.

"This is a mission, a mission I'm giving you from the perspective of the Leaf Village's higher-ups."

"This is a necessary measure to protect the village. Only you, as an Uchiha and deeply trusted by Konoha, can shoulder this task."

The night wind blew through Itachi's long hair, revealing her pale profile.

“Itachi…” Danzo’s one-eyed gaze fixed on her, “No one but you is capable of this.”

Are you willing to accept this mission?

Chapter 77 Psychological Problems

Early morning, inside a ninja academy classroom, Naruto sat in the corner, one hand supporting his chin, his gaze fixed on a semi-transparent screen visible only to him—

[Date of the Uchiha Clan Massacre: 12.34]

...Under these circumstances, did the filial son...the filial daughter still accept Danzo's proposal?

As Naruto tapped his fingertips on the table, the image of the black-haired girl with deep tear troughs appeared in his mind—Uchiha Itachi, the "Itachi God" who bore the sin of annihilating her clan in the original work. In this timeline, she was actually teaming up with Danzo, who had killed Shisui.

The Naruto mindset is kicking in, isn't it?

But what really annoyed him wasn't that, but... even though there was already hope, those guys still wanted to launch a coup?

Through Shisui's intelligence, he already knew the internal situation of the Uchiha clan—Clan Chief Fugaku was trying to buy time by claiming that "Satsuki and the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki were on good terms," ​​but the hawks couldn't wait. They even had more dangerous ideas.

Controlling the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki through Satsuki? So you're trying to use your methods on me?

What's even more ridiculous is that these people feel they have nothing to fear because the existence of the [Jin] organization prevents major powers from making any rash moves, so they can confidently launch a civil war?

It's a code. Are these people afraid that the Uchiha clan won't die fast enough?

With Naruto's current strength, stopping the massacre of his clan would be a piece of cake. But the problem is... some Uchiha truly deserved to die.

Those hawks who clamor for "controlling the Nine-Tailed Fox" and "seizing power by force" will only cause trouble if they are kept around.

So, what is Naruto worried about? The answer is Satsuki's psychological issues.

This idea took deep root in Naruto's thoughts.

The most direct solution is clear: use the identity of "Menma" to massacre the Uchiha hawks before the night of the clan's extermination.

But the problem lies in the reason.

If nothing is explained...

The world will only see that the leader of the [Jin] organization suddenly massacred the Uchiha clan. What will Satsuki think? She will hate this murderer of her clan to the core. And if one day she learns that [Menma] is [Naruto], the pain of being betrayed by the person she trusted most will completely destroy her.

What if we reveal the truth?

Publicly declaring, "The Uchiha clan is plotting a coup; I am fighting for peace"?

no…….

Naruto knew what this meant: the entire Uchiha clan would be branded as "traitors." Satsuki would bear the stigma of a "rebel clan," suffering the cold stares and ostracism of the entire village. Those evasive glances, those hushed whispers, those deliberately kept distance…

Just like myself, I absolutely cannot let Satsuki suffer such a stigma.

"Good morning, Naruto."

A familiar voice interrupted Naruto's thoughts. Satsuki stood beside her desk, carrying her schoolbag, the morning light streaming through the window and gilding her long, black hair. She deftly pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Oh, good morning, Satsuki." Naruto put away his serious expression and gave her his usual smile.

Satsuki put her textbooks on the table. Lately, the atmosphere at home had been getting increasingly strange. Her older sister, Itachi, always had a gloomy look in her eyes, and yesterday she even got into a conflict with the elders of the clan. The once gentle older sister was now a stranger to her, frighteningly so.

Can my sister turn back into her original form?

She prayed silently in her heart. What made her even more uneasy was that the relationship between her sister and father seemed to be getting more and more tense, and the entire Uchiha clan territory was shrouded in a suffocating atmosphere.

It wasn't until I walked into the classroom and saw that blond figure that the heaviness weighing on my chest finally eased.

“Naruto,” Satsuki suddenly spoke, his gaze drifting to the window, “the weather seems to be getting colder lately.”

"Hmm...maybe." Naruto followed her gaze, a cool autumn breeze rustling the treetops. "It's already December."

An autumn breeze blew in through the window, turning the pages of a book on the table. Satsuki looked at the falling withered leaves outside, then suddenly seemed to remember something and looked at Naruto.

"Oh right, I remember your scarf was stolen and trampled by those nasty kids last time, wasn't it? You haven't bought a new one yet, have you?"

Naruto's fingers paused slightly.

He remembered the events of last winter very clearly—a few boys from his class secretly stole Naruto's scarf that he had left in the classroom during lunch break. They not only trampled the scarf until it was covered in mud, but also deliberately threw it back to Naruto with a grin in front of him.

"Do monsters also feel the cold?"

"Would you like us to give you one?"

Naruto calmly picked up his dirty scarf and dusted it off. Seeing this, the boys became even more smug, and even provocatively approached him—

"School rules state that students are not allowed to fight each other except during practice sessions."

"Do you want to be expelled?"

The next second, screams echoed down the corridor.

Naruto beat them so badly they were crying for their parents, bruised and battered, trembling on the ground. Expelled? Are you kidding me? The Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, the orphan of the Fourth Hokage, expelled from the Ninja Academy? Unless he's going to assassinate the Hokage tomorrow, that's simply impossible.

Afterwards, the children's parents came to the school demanding an explanation. As a result, Teacher Iruka publicly berated both the parents and students.

In the end, the group of children not only bowed their heads and apologized to Naruto, but also paid for the scarves.

However, Naruto did not buy a new scarf.

One reason is that winter is almost over.

Secondly... he discovered that he didn't actually need a scarf at all.

Having trained in physical skills with Might Guy for years, his physical abilities far surpassed those of ordinary people. Even if he jumped into an icy river in the dead of winter, he wouldn't sneeze. That scarf was just a habit he developed as a child.

However, Naruto didn't say that he didn't need a scarf because Satsuki suddenly asked him about scarves... Judging from this guy's character, he probably prepared a scarf to give to him.

"Because last year at that time, winter was almost over, and I hadn't bought a new one yet," Naruto scratched his head, "Now it seems like it's time to buy one."

Satsuki's eyes lit up instantly, but the next second she turned her face away, forcibly suppressing the upward curve of her lips. "You really know how to procrastinate... Fine, you can have the scarf then."

She casually pulled a package from her small bag. The wrapping paper was dark blue, and the corners were folded neatly, clearly indicating that it had been carefully prepared.

"When I bought a new scarf a few days ago... I accidentally bought an extra one. Since it's just going to waste sitting there, I'll give it to you."

The package was opened, and inside lay a brand-new, deep red scarf, its soft wool material gleaming warmly in the morning light.

Naruto took the scarf, a smile involuntarily spreading across his face. "I see... thank you very much then. But Sasuke, isn't this scarf a bit too big?"

He picked up one end of the scarf and found that when unfolded, it was almost long enough to be used as a small blanket.

Satsuki immediately bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "I already said I accidentally bought too many! It's normal for the size to be wrong!" she huffed, crossing her arms and puffing out her cheeks. "Give them back if you don't want them!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Naruto quickly pulled the scarf closer to himself, afraid that she would really take it back. He unfolded the scarf to see how long it was.

Just then, a folded piece of paper floated out from the lining of the scarf.

A gentle autumn breeze swept through the classroom, and the light note twirled in the air, drifting between the two like a falling leaf.

Before Naruto could react, he saw Satsuki's expression change drastically. A flicker of panic crossed his face, and almost instinctively, he reached for the fluttering piece of paper—

The note floated lightly in the air, but Zuo Yue's fingertips were just a little short. She stopped abruptly just as she was about to jump up and grab it.