Itachi Uchiha's eyes instantly regained their composure. He turned around and faced Kakashi who was wearing White Cat Mask. He reported in a calm tone, "Senior Kakashi, all surveillance images are currently showing normal. Izumi Uchiha returned to the clan at 21:30.
The state is slightly tired, but there are no abnormal chakra fluctuations, and the activities of the rest of the tribe are the same as before."
He deliberately omitted speculation about the cause of Quan's fatigue and only stated objective facts.
Kakashi nodded without asking any more questions, as if he was already used to it.
He stood up and patted Itachi Uchiha on the shoulder, and whispered, "Continue to be vigilant and don't let go of any trouble. This village needs us to protect it."
"Yes." Itachi Uchiha responded with a brief nod and watched Kakashi leave the room.
Although Anbu's monitoring room is usually monitored by a team of two, Kakashi's lazy personality makes him unable to sit still in this small room all night.
And since Lord Hokage trusts Itachi Uchiha and lets him have access to Anbu's monitoring room, Kakashi simply gives Itachi Uchiha some time alone.
After the door of the monitoring room was closed, Itachi Uchiha turned his attention to the ever-changing pictures again. It was already late at night.
The village was still sleeping, but before his eyes, the air seemed to be filled with an invisible fire Yakumi.
At the same time, inside Uchiha Clan District.
The soft moonlight falls on the ancient eaves of Uchiha Clan District, adding a bit of tranquility to this usually strict area.
Uchiha Hikari and Menma stood on the roof, watching Izumi Uchiha who had come out of "Infinite Cycle of the Uchiha Massacre Night" and walked into the clan area full of exhaustion, but like a frightened deer, afraid that someone would suddenly come out next to look at Uchiha with blood on Ninja Blade.
"Speaking of it, the Uchiha Clan Head family in this era should be quite interesting, right?" On the roof, Uchiha Hikari's voice was lazy and somewhat interesting.
She turned her head and looked at Menma, who was wearing a black robe and a white Three-Eyed Fox Mask with her cape fluttering in the wind.
Uchiha Hikari's eyes sparkled with eagerness to try, which was Uchiha's unique desire for strength and challenge.
"Why." Menma chuckled, with a bit of fun: "Do you want to "visit"?"
"Of course." Uchiha Hikari replied without hesitation, with an understatement, as if he was visiting an ordinary neighbor.
Not Clan Head Residence, the largest family of Konoha.
She knows that Menma never refuses this kind of "unexpected interest", not to mention that she is indeed a little curious about this era, this tribe with the same surname and the same bloodline as her, but living on a different timeline.
I am curious about how the guy named Fugaku cultivated the genocide weasel, and how he led Uchiha Clan to genocide.
"It's up to you." Menma said simply. For him, anything that can stir up the stagnant water of Shinobi World and bring more variables is something he is happy to see.
The two people's figures flashed, like ghosts blending into the night, and the next moment they appeared in the depths of Uchiha Clan District, in the courtyard of Fugaku Uchiha's mansion.
The lights of the mansion are still bright, and the warm light shines through the paper windows, outlining the warm silhouette of the interior.
There was a sound of "Oops" and the door was opened from the inside.
"It's so late, who is it?" came a gentle female voice. Mikoto Uchiha was wearing a home kimono with a kind smile on her face. She thought it was a late returning ninja from the clan who was visiting.
When she saw the two figures standing outside the door, her smile froze slightly.
One person is wearing a black robe and a white Three-Eyed Fox Mask, while the other is a girl with a beautiful appearance and outstanding temperament.
Mikoto Uchiha is very familiar with this mask. There is a wanted poster for Asura in her husband's study.
"Sorry for the intrusion late at night." Uchiha's voice was cold, but with a hint of just the right amount of apology.
As the wife of Uchiha Clan Head, Mikoto has a very strong psychological quality. Moreover, she is also a ninja and was once the jounin of Konoha. Although she has retired for many years and is raising her husband and children at home, her ninja intuition tells her that the strength of the two people in front of her is unfathomable!
However, the two of them did not seem to have any ill intentions, and Mikoto Uchiha did not feel the danger-ridden feeling of being on the battlefield.
"You are here to see Fugaku, right? He is in the living room." She sighed, stepped aside, and led the two of them into the house.
The young Sasuke Uchiha poked his head out of the living room and looked at the two uninvited guests curiously, his big black eyes full of curiosity.
"Mom, who is it?" Sasuke's childish voice sounded.
"He's a guest, Sasuke, go back to the house and wait." Mikoto responded with a smile, motioned Sasuke to go back, and then led Menma and Uchiha Hikari into the living room.
In the living room, Fugaku Uchiha was sitting on the main seat, flipping through a family affairs scroll.
He was keenly aware of the movement outside the door. When he raised his head and saw the two people walking in behind Mikoto, especially the "Asura" wearing White Three-Eyed Fox Mask, an ominous premonition suddenly hit his heart.
Asura!
This guy!
He just attacked Hyuga Clan a few days ago, and now he appears in the village again, and he still enters his mansion so openly?!
Fugaku Uchiha couldn't hide the look of shock on his face.
Then he looked deeply at the other girl.
I was shocked to find that the other party's clothes actually had the family emblem of the Uchiha Clan, and the style of the clothes did have the characteristics of the Uchiha Clan.
The two looked at each other, and Fugaku Uchiha instinctively turned on Mangekyō Sharingan.
However, the next second, the eyes of the mysterious girl in front of him suddenly changed. In those dark pupils, Three-Tomoe rotated rapidly,
Immediately afterwards, the shapes of Tomoe connected with each other and turned into three arc-shaped blades, blooming around the pupils!
Mangekyō Sharingan!
"How is that possible!" Fugaku's pupils shrank suddenly.
In just a moment, he was pulled into Uchiha Hikari's "Tsukuyomi World".
"You! Who are you!" Fugaku Uchiha watched the surrounding space change greatly, and also released his pupil power to try to fight.
A pure contest of pupil power, silent but thrilling.
Uchiha Hikari's "Tsukuyomi World" was slightly distorted, but quickly stabilized.
On the other hand, Fugaku's eyes were seeping with blood, and he fell to his knees on the ground.
"Are you - the person Shisui said?!" Fugaku Uchiha gasped, feeling the opponent's pupil power coming like a mountain and a tsunami, suppressing his Mangekyo! Suddenly he remembered the mysterious enemy Shisui encountered at Land of Stars half a year ago.
Fugaku Uchiha's consciousness was gradually swallowed up by the boundless darkness.
I don't know how long it took, but when he opened his eyes again, he was so shocked that he broke out in cold sweat.
Asura and the mysterious girl were already seated safely, and his wife Mikoto was pouring tea for them.
"What's wrong, Fugaku?" Mikoto noticed something was wrong with her husband's face and asked with concern.
Sasuke was playing with toys and looked over curiously.
Fugaku was breathing deeply, and his eyes were still a little stinging. With just one look, he was instantly killed by the opponent!
If the other party really has murderous intentions, he may not be able to see Mikoto and Sasuke at this time.
The full sense of oppression just now made him vaguely see the shadow of Uchiha Madara!
"Who are you?" Fugaku locked his eyes on the girl opposite and Asura who was leisurely holding a tea cup next to him.
He can be sure that there is no such person in Uchiha's generation.
"According to seniority -" Uchiha Hikari started to count the numbers. "You should call me great-great-great-grandma."
More than three hundred years of time, a gap of fifteen generations, and infinite superposition of generations.