Inside the house, young Sasuke staggered as he tried to walk toward his father. But when Fugaku saw Sasuke's familiar hairstyle, his cold gaze immediately frightened the young boy into not daring to come any closer.
Seeing Fugaku's expression grow increasingly unpleasant, Mikoto Uchiha naturally realized something was wrong. Her face stiffened slightly as she glanced inconspicuously toward the courtyard outside, took a deep breath, and said heavily, "Fugaku!"
How old was Sasuke Uchiha? Two years ago, Uchiha Yoru had been only a thirteen-year-old child himself. Mikoto Uchiha shot her husband a dissatisfied look, then put on a political smile.
"Come, Sasuke. Go play with Grandpa Shisui with Mommy."
They treated each other with courtesy! It had been a political marriage to begin with, but both came from Noble Houses, so naturally they kept their emotions restrained.
After watching his wife leave with their child, Uchiha Fugaku gazed faintly at Uchiha Yoru, who was teaching Itachi in the courtyard outside.
Perhaps he was being overly sensitive, but Mikoto had gone too far. Of all things to imitate, she had dressed Sasuke in the exact same hairstyle as that boy since childhood. Anyone who saw them outside without knowing better would think Sasuke was Uchiha Yoru's child.
There was no helping it. After Uchiha Yoru had focused on developing Nintaijutsu, his body had grown at an astonishing rate. Though he was not yet sixteen, he already stood at one meter eighty. Could anyone call him a child? What child was built that sturdy?
In the courtyard, young Uchiha Itachi had just finished training and was drenched in sweat. When he saw his mother emerge with Sasuke, his eyes immediately lit up.
"Mother."
Uchiha Itachi perfectly embodied the etiquette of a Noble House. Though he addressed her as Mother, his eyes seemed