A wounded father, utterly scorned by his son

Uchiha Itachi froze completely.

His mind was a muddled mess.

Why did they have to ask Teacher first just to sort out the relationship between the Uchiha and the village?

And after asking, he had to come back and report to his father?

It was one thing for him to be too young to figure it out, but his father was already the Clan Head. How could he still be completely in the dark about this?

Young as he was, Itachi was no slow thinker.

He figured it all out almost in an instant.

His face darkened at once.

The corners of his mouth kept twitching, and when he looked at his father again, his eyes held an indescribably complicated mix of emotions.

Still.

Understanding it was one thing, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

After all, the man standing before him was his own father.

But he truly couldn't understand.

Could a father who couldn't even figure this out really untangle the mess between their clan and the village?

Honestly!

With a sigh, he nodded and answered.

"All right, I understand."

"I'll ask him as soon as possible. Just sit tight and wait."

Fugaku nodded.

His mind might not be particularly sharp, but he could still see the disdain in Itachi's eyes.

His cheeks grew slightly hot.

But what could he do?

He was an old-fashioned Uchiha through and through. Asking him to navigate all those twists and turns was simply beyond him.

Otherwise, how would the clan and the village have ended up in this situation?

"Good, as long as you remember." Fugaku forced out the words in a low voice. "Get some rest."

Itachi nodded.

He had completely lost the desire to talk with his father. After what had happened today, he felt his father