Meeting

Upon hearing his son Uchiha say this, Fugaku Uchiha looked somewhat surprised.

He hadn't expected that the Third Hokage Hiruzen Sarutobi, would actually be willing to help their Uchiha Clan solve their problem.

For a moment, Fugaku Uchiha didn't know how to respond.

Itachi's last words made Fugaku suddenly realize that his own perspective was even inferior to that of his son.

"Itachi, you mean...?"

"Everyone is still waiting for me, Sasuke is over there too, so I'll head out now, Father."

Itachi ignored Fugaku Uchiha and leaped onto the top of the wall, then vanished in a flash.

As he watched his son disappear into the twilight, Fugaku Uchiha frowned slightly.

"Providing welfare benefits to the Konoha Police Force, and financial support to the Uchiha Clan...?"

"Hopefully, the higher-ups won't impose any more conditions because of this."

Lost in thought, Fugaku Uchiha turned around and found his wife Mikoto Uchiha, standing in the doorway, watching him silently.

At this moment, neither Uchiha nor Fugaku Uchiha realized that a real crisis targeting the Uchiha Clan had only just begun.

Itachi, who is seen as a potential breakthrough point, has already been targeted.

On his way back to the core area of the village to meet up with Lin Yan and the others, Itachi was suddenly blocked by a figure.

To take a shortcut, he took a deserted path.

Although the streetlights were on, there was no sign of any villagers in front, to the left, or to the right.

Only about five meters away, there was a man in a black cloak blocking his way.

Who are you?

Itachi looked at the other party warily and questioned him.

At the same time, his hand had already unconsciously reached for his ninja tool pouch.

Uchiha's Obito followed Uchiha's movements and landed on his ninja tool pouch.

Are you going to attack me?

He asked.

"That depends on your answer."

Uchiha responded immediately.

"Then why don't you give it a try?"

Uchiha chuckled Obito amusement.

He then added another sentence.

"I also want to see just how good the younger generation of outstanding members of the Uchiha Clan really are."

Upon hearing this, Uchiha felt a chill run down his spine, not expecting that the other party actually knew him.

Moreover, his tone sounded rather intriguing.

At this moment, a strange feeling welled up in Itachi's heart.

I have a feeling that this man in front of me has some connection to the Uchiha Clan...

Despite being very confused.

However, it was clear that the other party was not a villager of Konoha, but an intruder.

As a member of the ANBU, Itachi had no reason to let the other party go.

Even if you need to find out the other party's identity, you should take them down first.

With that in mind, he acted decisively.

With a "whoosh," he leaped into the air and launched an attack on his opponent.

The sharp kunai had somehow appeared in his hand, aimed at the enemy's vital points.

However, what Itachi found incredible was that when his attack landed on the enemy, not only did the kunai pass right through the enemy's body, but he himself also passed through the enemy's body.

"What happened?"

Itachi landed on the ground with a look of surprise and uncertainty, then turned around to look at the man who was still standing there with his back to him.

He was right there.

However, his own attack and his own body just now actually... passed right through the opponent's body.

It was as if it were just a phantom, without any real substance.

"It doesn't look very good."

Uchiha turned Obito nonchalantly and looked at Itachi with a contemptuous tone.

"It's not a phantom or Genjutsu!"

Uchiha's eyes narrowed, and he pulled out more kunai, beginning to attack this terrifying man from different angles.

He wanted to find out exactly how the other party had managed to do what they had just done.

More than a dozen kunai flew out at the same time, and after colliding with each other in the air, they changed direction and attacked the target at very tricky angles.

Strangely, however, these attacks were all evaded by the mysterious man before him.

They passed through the target's body once again.

"What is going on?"

Itachi was confused about the situation.

This time, he did not launch a rash attack, but stopped his offensive and cautiously observed his opponent's every move.

Uchiha Obito absolutely no intention of retaliating.

Instead, he slowly crossed his arms and said with a playful smile, "Not fighting anymore?"

"It seems your skill level is still far from sufficient."

As he spoke, his eyes beneath the mask suddenly transformed into the shape of Sharingan.

Upon seeing that eye, Uchiha was immediately stunned.

"Sharingan??"

"Who... who are you?!"

Upon seeing that the other party possessed the Sharingan, the exclusive bloodline limit of the Uchiha Clan.

At this moment, Uchiha was even more shocked and confused.

"Having been away from the village for so many years, it seems even I have been forgotten by my people..."

Uchiha Obito not directly answer Itachi's question, but instead let out a helpless sigh.

His tone sounded somewhat desolate.

"Haven't been in Konoha for many years?"

Uchiha Itachi, however, was inwardly shocked, quickly thinking about which members of the Uchiha Clan had left Konoha throughout history.

But he is too young.

I know very little about what happened decades ago.

At this moment, after thinking for a long time, I still can't figure out who the man in front of me is.

Seeing Uchiha's bewildered Obito, Uchiha slowly reminded him, "I am the ancestor of the Uchiha Clan, one of the founders of Konoha Village."

"The founder of Konoha Village... you are, Madara Uchiha??"

Itachi's eyes widened instantly as he stared at the man before him in disbelief.

"It seems that some people still remember what happened back then."

Uchiha Obito his arms, looking completely relaxed, as if reminiscing about his glorious past.

But at this moment, Itachi showed a skeptical expression.

"As far as I know, my ancestor Madara Uchiha, was a figure who lived several decades ago."

"If you really are him, you should be close to a hundred years old..."

As he spoke, he warily sized up the man in front of him.

Although the person was completely covered up and wore a mask, it was impossible to tell his age.

However, at this moment, the man's voice sounded very young.

He could not possibly be a centenarian.

"Hmph... How dare a mere brat question me?"

"However, you are quite perceptive."

"You're right, by normal age calculations, I am indeed over ninety years old."

"There are reasons why I can stay young."