Leaving the Hokage Building, Uchiha Feng slowly made his way back to the Uchiha compound, his heart still churning with everything he had just experienced.
The tranquility and harmony of the compound stood in stark contrast to the bustle of the Hokage Building. Cherry blossom trees swayed gently in the breeze, as though welcoming him home.
He first went to see his parents, wanting to feel that long-lost warmth. His mother was busy in the kitchen, and an enticing aroma drifted from the pot, filling Feng with anticipation.
When his mother saw him return, she beamed and immediately served him a steaming bowl of dumplings. Warmth filled the air, and Feng felt incomparably happy in that moment, as though his troubles had been swept away by the delicious food.
During the meal, his parents' warm conversation and cheerful laughter filled the room, as though time had stopped at that moment. Uchiha Feng felt the warmth of family and was deeply comforted.
After the meal, he went to find his younger brother, Uchiha Itachi.
Feng pushed open the door and saw Itachi sitting quietly by the window, his expression grave, as though he were contemplating something.
Feng asked softly, "Itachi, is your body all right?" A trace of tenderness showed in his concerned tone. He knew that Itachi had been under enormous pressure lately.
Itachi turned around with a faint smile, a warm glimmer flashing in his eyes. "I feel fine now. You don't need to worry about me."
Uchiha Feng frowned slightly and fixed his bright gaze on Itachi, anticipation in his voice. "Itachi, let me see your Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan."
A faint smile curled across Itachi's lips as he slowly rose to his feet, as though preparing to reveal the power that was about to emerge. As his gaze