Ten minutes earlier.
The Uchiha estate was deeper and quieter than the Senju Clan's.
Its towering walls shut out the clamor of the outside world, but they also enclosed an inescapable sense of oppression.
At that moment, Fugaku Uchiha sat beneath the eaves of the main house, his brow tightly furrowed.
Beside him, his wife Mikoto looked worriedly at Itachi Uchiha, who was practicing shuriken techniques in the courtyard.
Though his movements were precise and flawless, his black eyes held a weight and confusion that did not suit his age.
Just then, the light in the courtyard suddenly twisted.
Countless blue-white specks of starlight gathered together, taking the form of an imposing figure clad in a black robe patterned with red clouds.
"Lord Madara!"
Fugaku Uchiha and Mikoto immediately rose and bowed.
Even four-year-old Itachi stopped what he was doing.
He stood respectfully with his hands at his sides.
Madara Uchiha swept his gaze around with an indifferent expression.
He paid no attention to the heavy, oppressive atmosphere.
Getting straight to the point, he said, "Fugaku, I came here for your second son, Sasuke Uchiha. I want to take him as my disciple."
"Sasuke?!"
The helplessness in Fugaku Uchiha's eyes was immediately replaced by delight.
At the same time, he thought to himself, Is this because of those comics?
The world was unpredictable, and fortune and misfortune went hand in hand.
Although the comics had put Itachi Uchiha in an awkward position.
Forcing him to leave his warm family and receive training with CIPHER-POL.
They had also brought Sasuke Uchiha's abilities to everyone's attention.
Madara Uchiha folded his arms across his chest.
His tone was calm, yet carried an unquestionable authority.
"Next year, when he turns three, have him formally become my disciple."
This sudden piece of wonderful news instantly