Yan Uchiha patiently explained, one point at a time.
He knew he couldn't brush off a genius kid like Itachi. If an enemy found an opening, there would be trouble.
But that only made patience more important.
No matter how sharp his mind was, he was still that young. Emotionally, he was still immature.
To make him truly understand, Yan had to break everything down and spell it out, or the kid wouldn't be able to digest it.
But what else could he do?
To keep this "dutiful son" from following the fatal path he had taken in the original story, Yan, as his teacher, could only spend a little more breath.
There was nothing to complain about.
Gong Yue, his father, was great at making children and utterly useless at raising them.
Meanwhile, Uchiha Itachi was completely stunned.
He felt that ever since he'd ended up with this teacher, his entire worldview had shattered several times over.
But this time, it had shattered so thoroughly that he couldn't even pick up the pieces.
This was nothing like what the clan had taught him.
Still, he didn't deny it.
He had figured out his teacher's temperament. Yan wouldn't lie about something like this.
The clan kept records of the past. Nobody organized them, and they were a genuine mess, but if he was willing to sit down and dig through them, he could verify plenty of things.
There was simply no reason to deceive him.
So, upon hearing all this for the first time, he immediately put his earlier question aside and began thinking it through.
He had to chew over these words and swallow them, to understand them completely.
Time ticked by.
Yan Uchiha didn't disturb him. He simply leaned back and basked in the sun.
After almost half