After walking away only a short distance, Uchiha Fugaku stopped and looked back.
The young man still stood there with an indifferent expression.
His eyes were calm, his posture steady, and not the slightest trace of panic could be seen on him.
Fugaku drew in a quiet breath, then stepped out from the dense trees.
“Father?” Itachi said, startled when he saw him.
“Mm.” Fugaku nodded.
His gaze briefly swept over Itachi.
Dust clung to his clothes, and faint bruises marked his face.
It was clear that he had taken a beating during training.
On the other hand, Yujiro, dressed in black, remained completely spotless.
A black blade rested at his side, and his expression was as calm as still water.
“So you’re Yujiro,” Fugaku said, a faint smile appearing on his face.
“Itachi has mentioned you often.” It seemed he wanted to leave a good impression.
Yujiro looked at Fugaku and clicked his tongue inwardly.
Uchiha Fugaku.
The head of the Uchiha Clan.
And a man who had awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan.
His true strength was hard to judge.
However, in the future, when forced to choose between the clan and his family, he chose his family.
Maybe he was not a perfect clan head.
But as a father, he was not unqualified.
His final words to Itachi were still clear in Yujiro’s mind.
Itachi… take care of Sasuke.
And then that foolishly loyal idiot Itachi really lowered his blade.
Of course, tracing the source of that tragedy backward, the root of it was still the so-called Will of Fire.
Uchiha Kagami, Shisui’s predecessor, inherited that “Will of Fire.” Then it passed to Shisui.
And Shisui passed it to Itachi.
One generation fooled the next.
“Mm,” Yujiro responded lightly.
Then he tilted his head slightly and said, “Chief Uchiha, I have a question.” Fugaku paused for a moment, slightly surprised.
“Go ahead.” “You’re Itachi’s father,” Yujiro said casually, one hand resting near the black blade.
“So should I call you Uchiha-sama… or Ojisan?” Fugaku’s eyes narrowed slightly.
So he had already thought that far?
Uchiha-sama and Ojisan.
Two different forms of address.
Two completely different positions.
One represented the head of the Uchiha Clan.
The other represented Itachi’s father.
After a brief silence, Fugaku answered seriously.
“Call me Ojisan.” “Alright.” Yujiro nodded.
Not bad.
Barely qualified.
If Fugaku had chosen the first option, Yujiro would not have said much.
But what happened after that would have depended entirely on his mood.
“Yujiro,” Fugaku continued with a faint smile, “dinner has already been prepared at home.
Since you are Itachi’s friend, would you like to come as our guest?” Beside him, Itachi’s eyes quietly revealed a trace of hope.
Yujiro smiled casually.
“Sure.” Someone was offering him food.
Why refuse?
Besides, Yujiro was also a little curious about what the Uchiha Clan was like from the inside.
“Good.” Half an hour later.
The Uchiha Clan compound.
Yujiro followed Itachi through the district at an unhurried pace.
The Uchiha living here gave off a feeling completely different from the rest of Konoha.
There was an indescribable sense of pride in the air.
As if they naturally stood above others.
Perhaps in the past, the Uchiha Clan could still blend into Konoha normally.
But ever since the Second Hokage’s era, the clan had been gradually pushed aside.
Their authority was limited.
Their land was restricted.
Their position in the village became more and more isolated.
And that isolation only deepened the divide.
Thinking of that, Yujiro couldn’t help but smile faintly.
No wonder the Uchiha wanted to rebel.
Their own arrogance was certainly part of the problem.
But Konoha’s treatment of them accounted for far more.
At least ninety percent.
“Hello, Oba-san.” After entering Itachi’s house and seeing Mikoto busy in the kitchen, Yujiro greeted her politely.
Mikoto turned around.
When she saw Yujiro, a gentle smile appeared on her face.
“So you’re Yujiro-kun.
Itachi has told me about you.” Her smile softened slightly.
“I hope the food suits your taste.” “I’m not picky,” Yujiro said with a small smile.
As long as it was cooked, edible, and not poisonous, it counted as good food.
Besides, Yujiro’s daily training consumed a ridiculous amount of energy.
For him, eating properly was also part of getting stronger.
After the meal.
Yujiro lay lazily on a large tree in Itachi’s yard.
He rested there quietly, waiting for the food to digest before continuing his training.
Today alone, Yujiro had already broken through his limit four times.
Every time he pushed past his limit, the increase in strength that followed was unlike anything before.
He liked that feeling.
No.
He enjoyed it.
Thinking of this, a faint heat flashed through Yujiro’s eyes.
And this was only the first stage of the Limiter.
If he unlocked the second stage, the third stage, or even the fourth stage… Even blowing apart the entire ninja world would no longer be impossible.
Yujiro’s goal was simple.
Become the strongest in the ninja world.
Strong enough that nothing could restrain him.
Strong enough that he would never need to hesitate.
Overwhelmingly strong.
Otherwise, living every day with a sense of crisis hanging over his head was far too unpleasant.
After a short nap, Itachi walked beneath the tree.
“Yujiro-san,” Itachi said, looking up at him.
“Would you like to train at the Uchiha training ground?” Yujiro lowered his gaze and met Itachi’s eyes.
“Lead the way.” Ten minutes later.
At the Uchiha Clan’s training ground.
Because it was already evening, the place was empty.
Yujiro drew the black blade at his side.
“Come.” The moment his voice fell, the air around him changed.
An invisible pressure spread outward.
Fugaku had also arrived nearby.
When he looked at Yujiro standing in the training ground, his expression slowly changed from surprise to shock.
So this was the kind of opponent his son had been sparring with?
Earlier, Fugaku had only watched from a distance, so he had not clearly felt Yujiro’s aura.
But now, with only a few dozen meters between them, that pressure was impossible to ignore.
It was not simply the oppressive feeling brought by strength.
It was something deeper.
Presence.
Momentum.
Among the Uchiha, there had once been someone who possessed this same kind of overwhelming aura.
That man was the ancestor-like figure of the clan.
Uchiha Madara.
This was… The presence of someone born to stand at the top.
Realizing that, Fugaku’s heart shook.
A frightening thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.
If Yujiro was allowed to grow smoothly… One day, he might truly stand on the same level as Madara.
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