The Meaning of Family

As if he knew what Uchiha Itachi was thinking, Shiraishi Yoshijo frowned and said, "Stop scheming about pointless things. It won't do you any good."

"I only saved you out of consideration for your mother, but that doesn't mean I trust you. From now on, live a peaceful life in Peach Country. No one will disturb you. But if I find out you leaked information to Konoha or tried to leave Peach Country, don't blame me for being harsh."

After saying that, Shiraishi Yoshijo stood up to leave. Uchiha Itachi suddenly said, "Everything I did was of my own will. I am not anyone's puppet."

"Hmph. Foolish brat. You haven't grown at all these years."

Shiraishi Yoshijo merely smiled. "I don't want to argue with you about this, because it would be meaningless. People are, when you get down to it, terribly boring. The most important things are those you need to think through and comprehend for yourself."

He turned and left the room. In the hallway, Uchiha Mikoto had brought all five children, along with two lovely young Uchiha girls.

Seeing this, Shiraishi Yoshijo curled his lip. "Don't spoil him too much just because you think of him as a child."

"Your Majesty, Itachi has suffered a great deal these past years. I want to make it up to him. By the way, where is Sasuke?"

"It's not time yet. Don't worry. I promised you, and I won't go back on my word."

Why had things turned out like this?

The youthful and pretty Izumi sat on the right side of the bed, peeling fruit. On the left, an Uchiha girl named Jin blew on a bowl of hot porridge as though soothing a child. If a certain someone refused to obediently open his mouth, she would shoot