Within the Empire, at the Uchiha Clan Grounds.
Fugaku Uchiha stood at the entrance, hearing every word spoken inside the house clearly.
To be honest, he understood what his wife had said. But as a man, the head of the household, and the clan head, he truly did not know what attitude he should adopt toward his family.
Kind and amiable?
But his identity did not allow him to be kind and amiable. His position required him to remain iron-blooded and cold at all times.
He let out a deep sigh.
The door opened, and Itachi Uchiha walked out carrying a piece of cake.
The hesitation on his face vanished, replaced by determination.
"Father, have some cake!"
Fugaku shook his head.
"That's something only children eat."
He stared at the starry sky, his gaze deep and distant, as if he wanted to see through the universe and look at his son, who was far away in another world.
"Itachi."
Fugaku Uchiha suddenly spoke.
"Yes, Father?"
"Tell Sasuke that if he meets that world's version of himself, he must not kill him. Bring him back!"
As he said this, a ruthless look appeared on Fugaku's face.
"I want to know exactly what kind of beast that bastard is! How could he slaughter even his own clan?"
"Also, I'll apply to the Emperor. In the next Vanguard Force deployment, I'll have you and Shisui lead our clan's Third Great Division to that world!"
Itachi respectfully dropped to one knee and nodded while looking in the direction his father had gone.
"Yes, Father. I'll make the Uchiha's name resound throughout that world!"
Fugaku Uchiha said nothing. He merely nodded in silence before turning and leaving.
The moment Itachi thought of that world's version of himself, his gaze turned icy.
*Damn bastard! How dare