Tobirama: Sorry, I Forgot to Turn Off Auto-Targeting

With the sudden appearance of the five people, everyone's attention immediately turned to them.

"That's... Itachi!"

Shouts erupted from the crowd, angry voices surging from all directions and crashing down on Itachi, who stood in the center.

"You bastard, how dare you show your face in front of us?!"

"You've come at the perfect time! Right in front of the clan chief and Kou, let's settle accounts for all the filth you've done!!"

"Wait, something seems off about his appearance right now, and the person next to him is—"

Someone shouted something, and the angry voices suddenly subsided.

The crowd seemed to realize something, stopped their attack, and shifted their gaze from Itachi to the figures beside him. The anger in their eyes was instantly replaced by shock.

"The Lord Third Hokage, Lord Jiraiya -sama, and... the Lord First and the Second Hokage?!"

"Not just us and the Lord Fourth, but those two were resurrected too?!"

"Tsk, the past Hokage are actually standing with That Itachi. It seems our deaths are indeed related to Konoha!"

The previously chaotic sounds suddenly ceased, Uchiha Clan members stared intently at Itachi and his group, their eyes filled with deep apprehension.

The elites, led by the Police Force, subconsciously activated their Sharingan.

They moved slowly, shielding the children and civilians at the back, separating them from the five people in front of them.

Sensing the hostility coming from all directions, Itachi said nothing, but slowly turned his gaze, sweeping over the faces that were exactly the same as those in his memory.

Every face bore undisguised hostility, along with a hint of fear and unease.

As Itachi looked at those vibrant faces, a forced smile crept onto his lips... until a call rang out from not far ahead.

"Itachi!!"

Itachi was taken aback at first, then turned his gaze with difficulty to look at the figure he hadn't seen for many years.

Mikoto stood beside Sasuke, one hand still holding Sasuke's hand, the other hand slightly raised, as if she wanted to reach out to him.

But the hand ultimately remained suspended in mid-air, without moving forward.

Before she knew it, her eyes had reddened, and tears were welling up, as if they were about to fall at any moment.

Sasuke felt his mother's slightly trembling hand and gripped it even tighter.

He first glanced at Itachi in front of him, then his gaze involuntarily fell on his father sitting beside him. He pursed his lips and slowly lowered his head.

Fugaku stood beside Kō, his solemn face expressionless.

But his slightly trembling eyes still betrayed his current state of mind.

"Is this a form of Impure World Reincarnation?"

Fugaku looked at his son, the man who had once filled him with immense pride, with a complex expression, and a sharp pain welled up in his heart.

"Itachi..."

Itachi looked at the expressions on everyone's faces and, unusually, was slightly lost in thought.

Mother, father, Sasuke, Kokoro, Shisui, Izumi... and the resurrected Uchiha around him.

Some were crying, some were angry, and some were afraid.

But they are all alive.

Everyone he cared about was standing alive and well in front of him at that moment, as if in a dream.

But now, I can no longer stand by their side as I used to.

Hashirama looked at Itachi's dejected appearance and sighed inwardly.

He immediately stepped forward, taking Itachi's place in the face of that hostile gaze.

Hashirama waved to everyone, a friendly smile on his face:

"Don't be nervous, everyone. We mean no harm."

We came here with this child to represent Konoha and pay tribute to the Uchiha Clan...

Hashirama sensed the continued hostile gazes from the crowd, his voice grew softer and softer.

He scratched his head in confusion and muttered to himself:

"Strange. Based on past experience, even if people still harbor hostility towards us, they should at least tone it down a bit."

"It seems... a bit more serious?"

"Oops, did I say something wrong?"

Thinking of this, Hashirama looked pleadingly at Kotoko at the front, as if hoping he could help calm everyone down.

Feeling the expectant gaze from Hashirama, but there was no response whatsoever when I knocked.

He merely glanced speechlessly at the crowd in front of him, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing Kouki's reaction at this moment, Hashirama's doubts deepened.

He tilted his head, about to ask something, when the Third Hokage and Jiraiya nudged him and gave him a look.

Hashirama looked at the direction they were gesturing towards, and his face immediately darkened.

Tobirama!!

As Hashirama's angry shout rang out, Tobirama instantly snapped back to reality.

He stood half a step Hashirama, his hands already forming a hand seal, clearly demonstrating that muscle memory acted faster than his brain.

He lowered his head, looking at his hands that had already formed the hand Hand Seals, coughed lightly, and silently lowered his hands.

"Ahem, sorry, bro, it was just a subconscious reaction..."

Tobirama a low voice, turning his head away awkwardly.

Hashirama looked at his younger brother and immediately felt a headache coming on.

No wonder the Uchiha Clan is so hostile towards us; it turns out you're the one helping us out!

"You... sigh!"

Hashirama suppressed the urge to complain and swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

He looked again at the Uchiha gathered around him, and a friendly smile returned to his face:

"Please don't misunderstand. We really didn't mean any harm."

We've come here on behalf of Konoha to apologize to the Uchiha Clan!

"Apologize?"

Everyone was taken aback at first, then glanced at Hashirama was full of sincerity, and then at Tobirama, who had turned his head away and pretended nothing had happened. Their expressions immediately became strange.

Is this your attitude towards apologizing? No one in their right mind would believe that!!

Feeling the suspicious looks from everyone, Hashirama glared at Tobirama Hashirama him, then looked at the crowd around him again, sighed inwardly, and became serious.

Just as he was about to say something, a calm voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Let me explain all of this, Lord First."

Itachi took a step forward and came to stand in front of Hashirama.

His eyes had regained their usual composure, as if he had suppressed those surging emotions deep inside.

Itachi scanned the crowd around him, his gaze sweeping over the angry faces before finally settling on Shisui's complex expression.

"Just like the Lord First said, I... am here to apologize to everyone."

"But before that, I will explain everything that happened back then to you."

Itachi paused, looking at his mother's reddened eyes and his father's trembling eyes, and said softly:

"As a... sinner."