My Mom Is a Senju!

Hyuga Neji stared in shock, his mouth hanging open as he looked at the Uchiha youth more than ten years his senior.

His parents had died long ago?

He had never even met them?

This time, he was not sure whether the other party had lied to him, but his emotions had already calmed down.

"If what you said is true, then I apologize for what I just said."

Hyuga Neji gave a very serious bow. "But if you lied to me, I'll definitely teach you a proper lesson someday!"

"Hahaha!"

Uchiha Akira laughed loudly. "Sure, but before that, you should get some proper rest. If there's anything you don't understand about training, you can come find me at the Senju Clan."

As expected of the first among the Konoha Twelve to become a Jonin.

But unfortunately, being imprisoned by the Caged Bird Seal would inevitably wear away at a genius's spirit. And the spirit of youth was not something that could be regenerated.

That was why Neji's strength had failed to advance any further later on.

"No need."

Hyuga Neji shook his head and refused. "If I have any questions, I'll ask Clan Head."

In his view, as Clan Head's nephew, even though he bore the Caged Bird Seal, Clan Head would at least guide him in his training.

"Uchiha Akira!"

A voice came from behind them, and its owner quickly rushed before the two of them. "Hurry back to the clan with me! Clan Head has been looking for you all day. There's something extremely urgent!"

Uchiha Tetsu's face was filled with anxiety.

It was more than urgent. Clan Head had given him a strict order: no matter how late it got today, he had to bring Uchiha Akira back to the clan to see him!

"What could be so urgent?"

Uchiha Akira waved to Neji. "See you later. Remember to come find me if you need anything."

Tch.

After all that talking, he still had not triggered a mission. It seemed he had used the wrong approach.

But at that moment, several figures appeared in an instant.

"Is that... Root?"

Uchiha Tetsu looked as though he faced a great enemy, cold sweat beading on his forehead. "What do you want?"

He was only a Chunin now, while every Root Ninja was at least a Chunin. When they fought, they killed without hesitation or mercy. In his eyes, running into enemy ninjas from another country was better than encountering Root Ninja!

Tap.

A figure stepped forward and stood before him. "S-Akira?"

"What? Since when could Root scum block the path of my Uchiha?"

Uchiha Akira's gaze was lazy as he looked down at them from above, as though they were garbage by the roadside!

Hiss—!

Uchiha Tetsu could not help drawing in a sharp breath. "Akira, Akira! Watch what you say. They... they're Root!"

The Uchiha might be powerful, but they could not afford to offend everyone!

His legs were already going weak.

"Root?"

Uchiha Akira sneered. "I'm insulting Root, exactly."

It was over!

Uchiha Tetsu's heart rose to his throat. Today would be the day the Uchiha went to war with Root—perhaps even the spark that ignited the Third Shinobi World War!

Yet the Root Ninja in the dog mask spoke calmly, even with a hint of politeness. "Uchiha Akira, we have no intention of provoking you."

"Lord Danzo wishes to see you. Please come with us."

Huh?

Uchiha Tetsu's eyes widened.

Root had always been cold and ruthless, yet this time they had not only failed to get angry, but were even treating Uchiha Akira with respect?

It was simply unbelievable!

"Not interested."

Uchiha Akira did not even spare him another glance as he got up to return to the clan. That old bastard Danzo wanted nothing more than to recruit him, but did he need that?

Meanwhile, Hyuga Neji's eyes gleamed.

Whether it was the leader of Root or the Uchiha Clan Head, both were powerful figures no weaker than the Hyuga Clan Head. Yet they both favored the Uchiha before him. That meant... his strength was surely outstanding among the younger generation!

But... it had nothing to do with him.

If he ran into problems with training, he could ask Uncle.

Upon arriving at the Uchiha Clan.

Uchiha Fugaku had already prepared tea. It was scalding hot. Uchiha Akira glanced at it and could tell that cautious Fugaku had brewed this pot more than once.

All to wait for him.

"Go on, Clan Head. What is it? If there's nothing, I'm going home."

Uchiha Akira lazily took a sip. Fine tea really was different—its lingering sweetness made it smoother the more he drank.

Square face, center-parted hair. The man had taste.

Otherwise, he would not have two sons.

Uchiha Fugaku: "..."

"When you say home, you mean going back to the Senju Clan?"

He was so angry that he laughed helplessly. "You spend every day at the Senju Clan. Have you really gotten used to staying there?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

Uchiha Akira answered righteously, "My mom's a Senju!"

In the past, Uchiha Fugaku would have been furious. But things were different now. The Senju Clan was gone, so there was no longer any conflict between the Uchiha and the Senju Clan. In fact, most Uchiha clan members even felt grateful toward Princess Tsunade.

They were grateful for her lifesaving grace during the Second Shinobi World War.

"Fine, fine."

Uchiha Fugaku was helpless. Other than those few elders, who would not behave respectfully before him, the Clan Head? Yet Uchiha Akira was completely relaxed around him.

He did not treat him like the Clan Head at all.

"There's something I need to ask."

His voice paused. With scrutiny in his gaze, he said in a deep voice, "Akira, have you been in contact with Itachi recently? Is Itachi's change related to you?"

By this point.

His voice had already taken on a trace of urgency.

Uchiha Akira understood. Itachi had long had rebellious tendencies, so when Fugaku learned that his younger son's talent was no worse than Itachi's, he warned him not to imitate Itachi. As a result, Uchiha Sasuke understood it as, "Your talent is too weak. Don't compare yourself to Itachi."

From then on, he entered a vicious cycle of trying to prove himself.

In truth, Sasuke's talent was extremely strong.

When Fugaku taught Itachi the Great Fireball Technique, Itachi had already been on the battlefield and undergone rigorous training. He was also older than Sasuke.

But Sasuke had not.

It was truly his first time coming into contact with ninjutsu.

In a single afternoon, he had trained the Great Fireball Technique to a level no weaker than Uchiha Fugaku's. Sasuke's talent was obvious.

As for why Sasuke had not received much training.

It was probably because the first child had been raised wrong, and Fugaku wanted the second to live a happier life...

Thus, seeing signs that Itachi might actually be saved, Uchiha Fugaku could no longer sit still. Uchiha Akira glanced at Fugaku's outwardly calm face and the faint tremble in his hands.

Heh.

His act was not very convincing.

"Clan Head."

Uchiha Akira took another sip of tea and smiled in satisfaction. "Your tea is good."

"???"

Uchiha Fugaku's breathing hitched. How could he not understand what that meant? "Take it, take it! Hurry up and tell me whether it has anything to do with you!"

Damn it.

The more anxious he was, the calmer this kid became, was that it?

Uchiha Akira waited a little longer.

Uchiha Fugaku was nearly losing his temper.

Tch.

Akira let out a faint sigh. System, your mission-triggering speed really isn't great!

[Ding! Lord Hashirama was actually sitting cross-legged and discussing the Dao with the Uchiha Clan Head! Mission triggered: Uchiha Fugaku's Plea!]

[Please help Uchiha Fugaku ease his relationship with Uchiha Itachi!]

[Mission Reward: One Myriad Worlds Draw!]

A Myriad Worlds Draw?

System, you damn thing, you were actually hiding this from him!

"I've had quite a bit of contact with Itachi lately."

Uchiha Akira said calmly, "But I don't know whether his changes have anything to do with me. I just often tell him to respect his elders, and casually talk about Uchiha history—like how, if it hadn't been for Senju Tobirama, the Uchiha would definitely have produced a Hokage."

"Sigh, he just comes to find me all the time. It's exhausting, Clan Head. You understand, right?"

He emphasized the words "that's all."

Yet he spoke with great helplessness, his face full of disdain.