The others were also reading the Diary.
This Diary entry offered very little information for them to analyze, and it even left them rather on edge.
Amegakure.
Inside the special lounge assigned to him.
Uchiha Itachi furrowed his brows. The others were far too careless. Why did they have to keep hovering around him?
Even if they visited him once or twice occasionally, couldn't they simply let him bring up a topic?
Why do things that made no sense?
Itachi inwardly grumbled about why Konan had to expose herself.
If he really discovered them and became more restrained when writing in the Diary, or stopped writing altogether, the losses would far outweigh the gains!
Couldn't she be a little more composed?
Itachi sat with one leg crossed over the other, his hands folded over his abdomen, tapping lightly. He looked every bit as though he were deep in thought.
There was now someone else watching him, but with his memory and the Diary's concealment, he could still perform basic analysis quite easily. There was no need to put anything on paper.
An entire month had passed without a single clue about the Aliens.
He had tried to coax information out of White Zetsu Tobi, but Tobi seemed to have grown a brain and refused to continue that topic.
The Diary was now the only thing he could rely on, yet its owner had become somewhat wary, believing his presence had changed the future and might leave him unfamiliar with what lay ahead.
That immediately made Itachi a little anxious.
He had held out hope for the future.
Although things had shifted somewhat, the broad goal of protecting Konoha still remained.
Now he was being told that this fake Madara Uchiha would resurrect someone who threatened the entire Shinobi World to