Of course, Itachi Uchiha decided to handle this in secret. He definitely would not let his old man know.
Everything had to be done quietly.
"I'm going back to pack first. You and Mother should hurry up and pack too. Don't let me finish everything while the two of you haven't even started."
Fugaku Uchiha's eyes widened. "You brat! No respect for your elders! Do I look like someone who procrastinates?"
Itachi Uchiha spread his hands. "Aren't you?"
"Hey! You little punk! Hurry up and pack your things!"
Itachi Uchiha stuck out his tongue, turned, and ran off.
Fugaku Uchiha felt that he, as a father, had less and less authority.
When had it started?
"Seems like it started the last time Itachi went to ask for help, didn't it? Ever since he met Lord Torifu, he hasn't feared me as much as before."
"Did seeing someone stronger make him feel like his old father was actually nothing special?"
Still, Fugaku Uchiha thought this was pretty good. Now his relationship with Itachi Uchiha felt more like father and son.
Before, because of the clan's crisis, Fugaku Uchiha's education of his child could be described as extremely strict.
He never allowed Itachi Uchiha the slightest slack. Whether it was ninjutsu or theory, he had to master it all.
And his way of teaching had also been the kind that relied on pressure and suppression.
Back then, his son feared him and respected him, but Fugaku Uchiha could sense that something was missing between father and son.
Now that he no longer demanded so much from Itachi Uchiha, that missing thing was gradually being made whole again instead.
Fugaku Uchiha cherished this deeply.
Now the clan was on the right track, and its internal conflicts had been completely resolved. All that remained