Fugaku muttered to himself, his expression darkening.
A mysterious man with a Sharingan and Space-Time Ninjutsu.
He had infiltrated the village and approached the clan leader's son.
Not only had he spread claims that the Higher-Ups intended to wipe out the clan, he had also tried to recruit Itachi.
This was an extremely serious matter.
Chikage leaned back in the chair, hands folded in front.
"Uncle, transplanting a Sharingan isn't something any old quack can do."
"And he can combine the Sharingan with Space-Time Ninjutsu so perfectly."
"This man is no ordinary figure."
"Itachi, tell Uncle what that man said at the end."
Chikage looked at Itachi, signaling for him to drop the biggest bombshell.
Itachi steadied his breathing.
He knew just how hard his next words would hit his father.
"Father."
"When that man tried to recruit me, he wanted to make himself more credible."
"So he gave me his name."
Fugaku raised his head, his eyes fixed on Itachi.
"What was his name?"
"Was he a rogue ninja recorded in our clan's records?"
Itachi shook his head.
"He wasn't a rogue ninja."
"He called himself Madara Uchiha."
At those words, even the sound of breathing vanished from the study.
Fugaku froze in his chair, his pupils contracting sharply.
His mouth hung half-open, but his throat felt stuffed with cotton. Not a sound came out.
His mind went blank.
Madara Uchiha.
Everyone knew what that name meant in the shinobi world.
He was the legendary figure who had founded Konoha alongside the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju.
A man who had once stood at the pinnacle of the shinobi world.
And the strongest clan leader in the Uchiha Clan's history.
But that man had died in the Valley of the End long ago.
That was an indisputable fact recorded in