You Hated Your Father and Grandparents Most of All, Didn't You?

"Hiss..."

Cold air passed through Sarada's mouth and rushed into her lungs. She was the Young Miss of the Uchiha Clan, a genius, someone born intelligent.

Of course, she understood the meaning hidden in Yamanaka Feng's words. She knew why Uncle Itachi had become like this.

To lose one's goal meant no longer truly living, yet being unable to die. That was probably the greatest torment a person could suffer.

Perhaps even a painful death would have been far better for Uchiha Itachi than this so-called "living."

But Sarada still had a question, one that puzzled her greatly. "Why? Why did he look at me with such a disgusting expression?"

At last, she had asked something Yamanaka Feng did not understand. He scratched his head and looked at the young Uchiha Itachi beside him.

The person himself was here, so naturally, he should answer. Even if Yamanaka Feng knew the answer, he would not say it.

Uchiha Itachi lowered his head in silence, seemingly lost in thought, until Sarada's nail-polished hand pressed beneath his chin.

"Uncle, you should know, right? Even if that was the future you, he was still you."

"Don't tell me you liked me. Let me tell you, even in the future, that kind of feeling won't be allowed."

"That old man Orochimaru said that while marriage between close relatives could easily produce individuals with powerful bloodlines and exceptionally strong Kekkei Genkai, it also greatly increased the chances of bloodline diseases," Sarada said viciously.

"No..." Uchiha Itachi shook his head lightly. "You are Sasuke's child."

"What kind of thing is that to say? Of course I'm my father's child..." Sarada curled her lips, but quickly understood.

"Oh, right. You two are brothers."

"But even if you are brothers, there's no reason for you to act like this."