Uzuki Yugao's Report

Even if this hell was the world he would have to live in from now on, he did not intend to accept it in silence.

I will change this world...

Regardless of the reason, using violence to resolve matters was wrong.

If this was how the world was, then he had to change it.

Itachi would never forget the scene he witnessed that day for the rest of his life.

He would force this narrow-minded, small-hearted clan to correct itself.

"Itachi, are you alright?"

On the streets of Konoha, Uchiha Izumi waved her small fist, dangling it in front of Itachi.

Itachi looked dazed; recalling what he had experienced today, he walked away without saying a word.

"Did something happen outside?"

Izumi pouted.

Itachi was always like this, burying everything deep in his heart and sharing nothing with her.

"Izumi, did something happen?"

Just as Uchiha Izumi was fretting over Itachi, a warm, large hand rested on top of her head.

Izumi looked up, meeting the smiling gaze of Uchiha Shimizu.

"Lord Qingshui."

Izumi spoke up.

"Why so gloomy? Did you have a falling out with Itachi?"

Qingshui continued to ruffle Izumi's hair.

In a sense, Izumi was also his...

Therefore, Qingshui had plenty of patience.

"It's nothing like that, I just don't know what's wrong with Itachi."

Izumi shook her head.

"I see. If anything happens in the future, you can come find me."

"Okay."

Izumi's dejected expression found a glimmer of comfort; she felt that Qingshui was very thoughtful.

Qingshui continued to stroke Izumi's small head with a smile, his eyes flickering with uncertainty.

Fugaku must have taken Itachi to carry out some rather dark and bloody missions, exposing the most brutal side of the ninja world to Itachi in its rawest form.

*I still need to