bookbashuk Chapter 94 Mom, do you like Uncle Sanfeng?
Chapter 94 Mom, do you like Uncle Sanfeng?
The rain in Konoha Cemetery pierced the soil like silver needles.
Uchiha Itachi stood before his father's cenotaph, raindrops streaming down his face.
"Itachi, it's time to go back."
Mikoto Uchiha's voice sounded particularly distant in the rain. She held up a dark oil-paper umbrella, and water droplets condensing on the umbrella ribs kept falling onto her kimono-clad shoulders.
Uchiha Itachi nodded, a hint of maturity beyond his years flashing across his youthful face.
He ran his fingertips over the indentation of his father's name, feeling the coldness and roughness of the stone.
"Father... what exactly is the true power of the Uchiha you spoke of...?"
Meanwhile, inside an Uchiha mansion.
"Are you sure the Kaleidoscope is in Itachi's hands?"
The Eighth Hokage of Uchiha tapped his fingers on the table, the rhythm quickening.
Uchiha Tsushima lowered his head, his voice trembling: "Yes... I saw it with my own eyes. Before Fugaku died, he dug out the Mangekyou Sharingan, put it into a nutrient tank, and handed it to Young Master Itachi."
The Eighth Hokage of Uchiha suddenly slammed his hand on the table, startling the candlelight, which flickered violently. "Go and summon Dragonfire. Remember, do not disturb the Three Peaks of the Uchiha clan."
"Ryuho, you are my most prized disciple. I am getting old, but if you can obtain those eyes... I will recommend you as the Fifth Hokage. I hope you will inherit the glory of the Uchiha clan!"
Uchiha Ryūka, who was in the corner, raised his sinister face, and the three tomoe in his left eye suddenly spun faster: "Sensei, over at the Three Peaks..."
Uchiha Yatsuhoku sneered, "He's two years younger than you, and you're content with this?"
In the rain, a dark figure silently scaled the wall of the Uchiha Fugaku residence.
Wearing a specially made chakra-shielding mask, Uchiha Ryuka drifted down the corridor like a wisp of smoke.
When he opened the window of Itachi's bedroom, the moonlight shone directly onto the glass jar on the bedside table.
Two scarlet eyeballs floated slowly in the culture medium.
"This is... the Mangekyou Sharingan..." Uchiha Ryuka's breathing became heavy.
He gently took the glass jar, then closed the window and disappeared.
The lights in the Root Lab cast the shadows of the three people on the wall, distorted like ghosts.
Uchiha Yatsuho's voice was deep: "Begin transplanting the Mangekyou Sharingan and prepare two vials of Hashirama cells."
On the operating table, Uchiha Ryūka suddenly grabbed Uchiha Yatsuhoku's wrist: "Wait... what if it fails..."
"Dragonfire...it won't fail...don't worry..."
Uchiha Ryuka's three-tomoe Sharingan eyes were removed one by one and placed into a nutrient tank.
However, Fugaku Uchiha's Mangekyou Sharingan was implanted into Ryuho Uchiha's empty eye socket.
The transplant surgery went smoothly, and Uchiha Ryuka easily activated his Mangekyou Sharingan.
He sensed the hidden power within the kaleidoscope!
Left Eye Pupil Technique - Ifuka: Can simulate a scene from the future.
Right Eye Pupil Technique: Bean Beauty: Increases the power of illusions.
Next, they injected Hashirama cell culture medium into Uchiha Ryuho!
"First vial, injection."
After a while, Uchiha Ryuka's chakra level increased by 2.2 times, and his body showed no abnormalities!
"Second tube, injection."
Uchiha Ryuka's chakra level surged to 4.5 times, and he felt his body filled with power. His Mangekyou Sharingan suddenly began to spin wildly.
"Is this... the power of Chief Fugaku? The power of the Third God: Susanoo!"
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The next day, the air in the Hokage Building's conference room froze.
Finance Minister Uchiha Yatsuho slammed his fist on the table: "I oppose Tsunade becoming the Fifth Hokage. Her strength is insufficient to be Hokage; how can she protect Konoha?"
Hiashi Hyuga narrowed his Byakugan slightly: "Then, Captain Yashiro, who do you think is suitable?"
"Uchiha Dragonfire!"
The conference room erupted in uproar.
Nara Shikaku adjusted his glasses: "While the Jonin Ryuho is excellent, his strength is probably..."
"Then let your performance speak for itself!"
Uchiha Ryuka suddenly activated his Mangekyou Sharingan, and the aura he exuded caused everyone to gasp in shock.
Uchiha Mitsunori slowly rose to his feet, his languid expression vanishing completely for the first time: "You stole Fugaku's Mangekyou Sharingan..."
Uchiha Ryūka grinned maliciously: "Clan Chief Fugaku's Mangekyou Sharingan belongs to the Uchiha clan, and now he has chosen a new master!"
Uchiha Mitsunori's eyes turned completely cold: "Since it's these Mangekyou Sharingan that gave you courage... then I'll show you true power... If you can defeat me... I'll support you in becoming the Fifth Hokage!"
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Because Fugaku Uchiha used Susanoo to change the course of the war many times, many Uchiha clan members became overly superstitious about the power of Susanoo!
Once the battle began, Uchiha Ryuka immediately activated his Mangekyou Sharingan, summoning a green Susanoo over 120 meters tall. He wielded the Death Scythe, forcing Uchiha Mitsumine to retreat repeatedly.
Uchiha Mitsunori seized an opportunity, also activating his Mangekyou Sharingan and summoning a 160-meter-tall orange Susanoo. He held a giant shield in his left hand and a long sword in his right, casting a terrifying shadow in the sunlight.
Uchiha Ryūka roared hysterically, "How is this possible?! Why is your Susanoo so much bigger than mine?!"
The Susanoo of the Uchiha Mitsume used a giant shield to block the attack, and then cleaved through the green Susanoo's armor with a slash of its right hand.
"Fugaku's eyes... aren't for you to use like that!"
After saying that, he pulled Uchiha Ryuka out of Susanoo and then gently knocked him unconscious!
Then, they dug out Fugaku Uchiha's kaleidoscope eyes from his eye sockets.
Seeing the plan fail, Uchiha Yatsumo slumped in the stands, his face ashen.
Uchiha Mitsumine's voice echoed throughout the training ground: "These are the eyes of the Fugaku clan chief, not tools for your power struggles. Given the serious dereliction of duty by the Eighth Hokage this time, I have decided to strip him of his title as the Elder of the Uchiha clan."
The Eighth Hokage of Uchiha shouted indignantly, "You are not the clan leader! You have no right to do this!"
Uchiha Mitsumine shouted, "Alright, I declare that from today onwards, I am the new clan leader. Who agrees? Who disagrees?"
The majority of Uchiha clan members remained silent!
"Since no one objects, then I am the new clan leader. My order is now in effect: the Eighth Elder of the Uchiha clan is hereby revoked!"
That evening, there was a gentle knock on the door of Fugaku Uchiha's house.
Uchiha Itachi opened the door and saw Uchiha Mitsunori standing in the moonlight, holding a familiar glass jar in his hands.
Uchiha Mitsunori crouched down, looking Uchiha Itachi in the eye: "Return it to its rightful owner. You need to hide it well and make sure no one finds it again."
Itachi Uchiha ran over and said, "Uncle Sanmine, why don't you keep it? I can't protect it right now!"
Uchiha Mitsunori replied gently, "Then I'll keep it for you for now! Come find me if you need it later!"
Itachi Uchiha blinked his adorable eyes: "Uncle Mitsumine, you're so strong, can you teach me ninjutsu and shurikenjutsu?"
"Itachi, of course you can! You're a genius!"
He looked gentle and ruffled the weasel's soft black hair.
This feeling of closeness between people made Itachi Uchiha's eyes instantly shine like stars: "Mom, Uncle Mitsumine is willing to teach me ninjutsu and shuriken!"
Mikoto Uchiha came out of the inner room and stood behind Itachi, her gaze fixed on the three peaks of Uchiha.
Her heart suddenly softened, and her eyes welled up with tears.
But then he thought of the chaos in the family after Fugaku's death, and the decisiveness with which he seized power, and his fingers clenched tightly again.
Uchiha Mitsunori seemed to sense her nervousness and smiled gently.
At this moment, his gaze held no aggression, but rather a hint of barely perceptible pity: "Mrs. Mikoto, you've worked hard these past few days. From now on, I will assign reliable people to look after Itachi's safety, and I will also have someone organize the accounts of Fugaku's property and deliver them to you."
Mikoto Uchiha paused, surprised that the other person would bring up these things on their own initiative.
She lowered her eyelashes, her long lashes gleaming, and bowed gratefully: "Thank you... Chief Sanfeng... for your trouble."
"Mrs. Mikoto, please don't be so polite. Just call me Mitsumine."
Uchiha Mitsunori stood up, hugged the glass jar to his chest, and glanced between Mikoto and Itachi.
"It's getting late, you should all get some rest. I'll pick Itachi up from the training grounds tomorrow morning."
"Uncle Sanfeng, would you like a cup of tea before you leave?"
Itachi Uchiha tugged at the hem of Mitsumine's robe and asked in a low voice.
Mikoto Uchiha was startled and instinctively wanted to stop her.
She hadn't completely let her guard down and didn't want Sanfeng to stay in the house any longer.
But the words that came out were: "Chief of the Three Peaks, you've gone to so much trouble... I should invite you for a cup of tea before you leave. I'll go and make some right away."
Seeing the hesitation in her eyes, Uchiha Mitsunori gently shook his head: "No, I still have some matters to attend to at the clan. When I come tomorrow, I will bring Itachi a suitable small wooden sword; consider it a gift from me."
"Thank you, Uncle Sanfeng!"
Uchiha Itachi nodded vigorously, watching him turn and walk into the moonlight.
Uchiha Mikoto stood by the door, watching his back gradually disappear into the alleyway, her folding fan falling loose from her hand at some point.
She suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a strange sense of loss.
This man clearly had countless reasons to stay, yet he chose to keep his distance. Could it be that she was overthinking things?
"Mom, what's wrong?"
Itachi Uchiha tugged at her sleeve, his little face full of inquiry.
He raised his hand and gently touched his mother's slightly cool fingers: "You were staring blankly at Uncle Sanfeng's back just now, do you... like him?"
Mikoto Uchiha's cheeks instantly flushed, and she quickly squatted down and covered Itachi's mouth with her hand.
"Itachi! Don't talk nonsense!"
"I'm not lying. Uncle Sanfeng helped us get Dad's eyes back and even offered to teach me ninjutsu. He's been very good to us. If you want to remarry, I won't stop you. I can take care of myself and won't be a burden to you."
Mikoto Uchiha felt a pang of tenderness, as if she had been gently pricked by a needle.
She reached out and pulled Itachi into her arms, resting her chin on the child's head: "Itachi, you're not allowed to say things like that again. Let's go home, and Mom will make you sweet porridge with your favorite red beans, okay?"
Uchiha Itachi leaned against her and softly hummed in agreement.