Naruto: Naruto's Uchiha girlfriend is too tsundere

"This is the necessary process to completely lead the Uchiha clan to peace." Itachi's voice was eerily calm. "And on this path, Father, you are my greatest obstacle."

"Killing? Why did it have to come to this? I never wanted to fight my own child. If we just waited a few more years, until Satsuki grew up, the Uchiha could return to the center of power in Konoha..."

“That idea is too naive, Father.” A trace of sadness flashed in Itachi’s eyes. “You can indeed suppress the voices of a coup for the time being, but those radicals… can they really afford to wait?”

Before he could finish speaking, Itachi's eyes suddenly changed. The three tomoe spun and twisted rapidly, eventually coalescing into an unprecedentedly complex pattern—the Mangekyou Sharingan, symbolizing the supreme power of the Uchiha clan.

Fugaku's pupils dilated, and before he could even be shocked by the awakening of this power, the whole world suddenly spun around him.

Tsukuyomi has been activated.

Within the crimson illusion space, Fugaku witnessed Itachi's entire plan—every detail, every consideration, and that cruel decision...

Chapter 82 Different Developments

The lights in the guardhouse were completely off, plunging the entire space into darkness. Far fewer people had been rescued than expected.

The corpses of Uchiha clansmen lay scattered on the ground, blood gushing from their wounds and spreading across the cold earth, forming dark red pools. A heavy smell of rust filled the air, mingling with the peculiar odor of the damp wooden floorboards.

Menma sighed softly and walked towards the only two Uchiha clansmen who had been knocked unconscious in the corner. According to Shisui's judgment, these two were the only "doves" in the entire guard team; the rest were all staunch hawks.

This situation is not surprising. The nature of the guards' work means they frequently clash with the villagers of Konoha, and over time, the villagers' resentment and hostility naturally deepen. In this environment rife with conflict, the idea of ​​changing the status quo through a coup is almost inevitable.

Rather, it's rather surprising that there are two "doves" in such an environment.

Menma skillfully completed the final cleanup. He first created a realistic fake death for the two doves, and then carefully removed the Sharingan from all the hawks.

When the last pair of Sharingan eyes were placed into the nutrient solution tank, the first stage of tonight's mission was finally completed.

Menma stood in the blood-stained lobby of the security headquarters, gazing into the distance. In the pitch-black night, he wondered if his judgment had been wrong.

The situation differs fundamentally from the original story. In the original timeline, Fugaku Uchiha had completely lost control of the voices calling for a coup within the clan. Under the relentless pressure from the hawkish members, even though he, as the clan head, was extremely unwilling, the coup was already inevitable and had no choice but to proceed.

This time, however, the massacre of the clan was delayed by a full year compared to the original story. The tragedy, which should have occurred when Naruto was eight years old, only unfolded when he was nine. This time difference itself speaks volumes—Fugaku indeed successfully suppressed the hawkish voices.

The reason is simple: this time, the Uchiha clan saw hope. The Third Hokage personally approved Satsuki's contact with Naruto, which meant that as long as they patiently waited for Satsuki to grow up, a deep bond would surely be established between the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki and the Uchiha clan.

Fugaku could use this reason to buy himself a few more years. This is completely different from the forced and helpless situation depicted in the original story. The Uchiha clan now still has the resources to wait and the possibility of peaceful evolution.

We must hurry. There are still two people who need to be saved—two people whose future relationship with us may be extraordinary.

Of course, if Menma's judgment is wrong, and Fugaku still chooses to comply without being forced into it, then Menma will have no choice but to set his sights on the forbidden technique invented by the Second Hokage.

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"clang--!"

The sparks from the clash of metal were particularly dazzling in the darkness. Fugaku's kunai drew a silver arc, and as Itachi leaned back to dodge, his left-hand short sword slashed upwards towards his father's throat.

Fugaku sidestepped the attack, then retaliated with an elbow strike aimed at his daughter's temple. Itachi suddenly ducked and spun, changing his short sword thrust into a sweeping motion.

"Qiang!"

Fugaku's kunai precisely parried the sweeping attack, and in the instant the two were locked in a stalemate, Itachi's right leg lashed out at his father's knee. "Bang!" With a dull thud, Fugaku's body swayed slightly, but he used the momentum of his loss of balance to suddenly change his move, the kunai sliding down the short sword, aiming straight for Itachi's fingers.

"Sizzle—"

The blade grazed her glove, and Itachi released her weapon. Before the short sword even hit the ground, she kicked it towards Fugaku's body. In the instant the clan leader dodged, Itachi had already completed the hand seals—

"Fire Release: Phoenix Flower!"

Five fireballs blocked all escape routes, but Fugaku suddenly charged forward, slicing through the nearest fireball with his kunai. In the scorching heat, his left hand suddenly emerged from the gap in the flames and precisely grabbed Itachi's wrist.

"It's over, Itachi."

Itachi felt a sharp pain in his wrist, but he spoke up at this critical moment.

"Indeed... it's time to end this."

Her knee slammed into her father's abdomen. In the instant Fugaku released his grip in pain, Itachi's short sword had already returned to his hand, transforming into a streak of silver light—

"Pfft!"

The blade was completely embedded in Fugaku's chest. Blood gushed out from the wound, splattering onto Itachi's pale face.

But the next second, Itachi's brows suddenly furrowed.

Too weak... This doesn't feel right. As the head of the Uchiha clan, my father shouldn't have been defeated so easily...

The next moment, Itachi's Mangekyou Sharingan began to spin, and the "father" before him began to crack like a shattered mirror. The entire space twisted and crumbled...

When the genjutsu was completely dispelled, Itachi found himself still standing in the same spot. Fugaku stood unharmed three steps away, his Mangekyou Sharingan slowly rotating, the crimson markings looking eerily beautiful in the moonlight.

"She actually saw through it? As expected of my daughter."

Itachi's fingertips felt slightly cold. The realistic hand-to-hand combat just now, the sparks from the clash of metal, even the sensation of a blade piercing his chest... it was all an illusion.

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Menma stood on the high place, watching the Uchiha father and daughter below.

The two stood motionless, only the Sharingan in their eyes slowly rotating in the darkness. They faced each other like this, as if time had stood still. Clearly, they were engaged in a fierce battle in the world of illusion.

Finally, Itachi seemed to break free from some kind of restraint, his body slightly retreating as he resumed his fighting stance. His breathing was slightly rapid, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, clearly indicating that he had expended considerable energy in the genjutsu duel.

But Menma didn't intend to let this drama of father and daughter killing each other continue.

"Uchiha Itachi, it's time for you to leave."

The sudden sound made both of them look up at the same time. The figure of Mianma slowly descended from above, his black robe swaying slightly in the night wind.

Itachi's voice was low and deep. "You're done?"

Menma nodded calmly. "Yes, I've fulfilled your requests. The Uchiha clan is no longer capable of launching a coup." Menma's gaze shifted to Fugaku. "Therefore, there's no need for you to target the Uchiha clan head anymore."

Upon hearing this, Fugaku's Mangekyou Sharingan spun rapidly. He stared intently at Menma's attire, recognizing the other person's identity—

"Wait! You are... the leader of the [Ember] organization?!"

"What do you mean by 'we can no longer stage a coup'?! What have you done to the Uchiha clan?!"

Chapter 83 The Final Mission

Faced with the emotionally charged Fugaku, Menma's companion, who was completely covered up, proceeded according to the pre-arranged plan.

Beneath the mask, the newly acquired three-tomoe Sharingan suddenly swirled, and a powerful genjutsu instantly pulled Fugaku into an illusion.

Fugaku frowned, instinctively trying to break free from the illusion, but the scene that appeared before his eyes froze him in place.

...Still water?!

In the scene, Fugaku immediately recognized the mysterious man's identity: the Uchiha genius who had suddenly disappeared. But at this moment, in the memories constructed by the genjutsu, he clearly saw the entire process of Shisui falling off the cliff and being rescued by Menma.

Even more shockingly, he also witnessed the truth behind the entire "genocide" operation—no, to be precise, it was an elaborate hoax.

Creating life? What kind of ability is that? Is it some kind of bloodline limit?

The illusion clearly shows Itachi inviting the leader of the [Jin] organization to assist in the extermination of his clan, but this mysterious man secretly deceives Itachi.

Fugaku witnessed the dove-like Uchiha clan members being faked into a state of suspended animation by a power capable of creating life, while the true hawk-like members were personally executed by Menma...

The actions of the [Jin] organization? Was Itachi... being used by him?

Complex emotions surged into Fugaku's heart like a tide.

The first feeling was one of relief – the Uchiha clan had not truly perished, and most of its members had been saved.

But then, the heavy reality weighed on their hearts: those rescued clansmen would probably never be able to return to Konoha. The [Jin] organization would never let them come back easily.

As the clan leader... he almost personally destroyed his entire clan...

Fugaku's clenched fist trembled slightly. His once fierce fighting spirit had vanished, replaced by deep regret and self-reproach. He lowered his head, looking as if he had suddenly aged ten years.

Itachi noticed her father's unusual behavior. She glanced warily at the heavily bundled-up man beside Menma—was it an illusion? What had her father seen in the illusion?

Menma's voice broke the silence at the right moment. "You probably want your sister to revitalize the Uchiha clan, right..." His tone was somewhat playful.

"Isn't it too heavy a burden to put such a heavy load on a girl's shoulders?"

"Even if the Uchiha clan spares your parents now, it won't affect your plans. Or... are you determined to harm your own parents?"

"...This isn't what we agreed on." Itachi's voice was terrifyingly low, the tomoe in his Sharingan slowly rotating. "You were only responsible for annihilating the other Uchiha clan members."

next moment.

"Well!"

Fugaku suddenly arched his back, a searing pain shooting through his abdomen. Unnatural black flames erupted without warning on the clan chief's robes, turning the fabric to ashes the instant it touched the flames.

【Amaterasu】

Blood tears streamed from Itachi's eyes, and the ominous black flames were unleashed from this Mangekyou Sharingan. The flames clung to Fugaku like a malignant tumor, first scorching his abdomen, then beginning to burn his internal organs. Fugaku knelt on one knee, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

"You really are extreme." Menma's voice turned cold upon seeing the sudden sneak attack.

"You crossed the line, [Ember]. The truth must be buried in darkness."

"Stop! Itachi!"

A piercing scream tore through the night. Uchiha Mikoto rushed out from the street corner, the hem of her kimono billowing in the wind as she ran. The mother's face clearly showed she had rushed from home. She never imagined she would witness her daughter brutally murder her husband.

But in the very next second—

"boom!"

The same black flames exploded on Mikoto's body. The woman, who had already retreated from the front lines, froze on the spot as flames began to spread from her chest.

So... he doesn't even spare himself?

Mikoto staggered and fell to her knees, the burning pain making her vision go black. Through her blurring vision, she saw tears streaming down her daughter's face, glistening in the moonlight.

The tear was quickly dried by the night wind.

When Itachi looked up again, his eyes held only a chilling resolve. The shockwave from the Body Flicker Technique stirred up the fallen leaves on the ground, and by the time Menma tried to stop him, only a few withered leaves remained, swirling and falling to the ground.

She was going to complete her final mission—to see her sister.

"How could this be... Itachi... How could she have become like this?!"

Shisui's voice trembled with barely concealed emotion. He stared intently in the direction where Itachi had disappeared, unable to comprehend it at all—the plan was already in progress, the doves had been rescued, and... there was absolutely no need to go this far.

But Itachi chose the most extreme method.

It wasn't a threat, it wasn't control, it was silencing them.

Even with one's own parents.

"...She really went to extremes when it came to the trolley problem."

Menma didn't respond to Shisui's shock, but instead walked towards Uchiha Fugaku, who lay in a pool of blood. Amaterasu's black flames were still burning, but Fugaku had already fainted from the excruciating pain. The flames were consuming his body, making a faint "sizzling" sound.

"Drag the chieftain's wife over here," Mianma's voice was calm. "Be careful not to touch the flames."

Shisui snapped back to reality and immediately understood Menma's intention—he wanted to save people!

Without asking any further questions, Shisui instantly appeared at the street corner, carefully avoiding the lingering flames of Amaterasu, and dragged Mikoto, who was also being scorched by the black flames, to Menma's side. The woman had already fallen into a coma, and traces of undried tears remained on her pale face.

Now, two Uchiha clansmen who were burned by Amaterasu lie side by side in front of Menma.

Next, and this is the crucial moment, two illusory figures, visible only to Menma, slowly emerged behind him…

"The scene might be a bit bloody. It's best not to watch, but it's up to you whether you do."

Before he finished speaking, the Golden Experience behind him had already swung his fists, and brilliant life energy poured out like a galaxy, crashing into Fugaku and Mikoto's broken bodies.

"Be born, new life."

In an instant, the internal organs that had been completely burned away by Amaterasu began to sprout strange flower vines. The emerald green vines twined around the blooming pure white flowers, stubbornly spreading under the scorching black flames. Menma's kunai flashed with cold light, precisely severing the stem connected to the flames—finally, Amaterasu was completely separated from the two bodies.

However, the crisis was not over.

Fugaku, having lost most of his internal organs, quickly turned ashen-faced, and Mikoto's breathing became barely perceptible. Gold Experience immediately began to continuously infuse them with life energy, enveloping them in a halo of light, barely sustaining their dying embers.

The severed vines were completely reduced to ashes in the black flames. As the last bit of combustible material disappeared, the Amaterasu Fire, which was said to "never be extinguished until the target is burned to ashes," finally and unwillingly dissipated into the night sky.

It's now!

"Crazy Diamonds!"

A striking blue Stand suddenly appeared, its fists unleashing astonishing regenerative power.

Zhi Shui had never seen such a bizarre sight before. The plant remains that had long since turned to ashes were actually reassembling in the air, with the vines twisting and writhing, gradually recovering into fresh internal organs.

Even more shockingly, these organs seemed to be drawn back into the two people's bodies by an invisible force, precisely filling the burnt cavities, and even the burn wounds began to heal slowly.