Uchiha Itachi crouched in the corner, sobbing...
Overwhelmed by grief and joy, he had no idea what he had gained. Even if he did, he probably would not have cared... He had just said he never wanted this power, yet the moment he stepped outside, he gained it instead?
That was a little too much of a slap in the face...
The Three-Tomoe Sharingan in Itachi's eyes gradually spun wildly like pinwheels before finally vanishing without a trace.
The next time he activated the Sharingan, he would truly realize what he possessed... But for a while, the little boy certainly would not have any desire to use it.
That was why those who knew how to speak should speak more, while those who did not should learn that silence was golden.
Fugaku had no idea that a single sentence from him had sent Itachi's emotions soaring and crashing. The notions of protection and abandonment, sorrow and hope, were all conditions that could drive the Sharingan's evolution.
More or less, Uchiha Itachi had met every condition tonight... Just as he resolved to abandon the identity of a fallen clansman, Fugaku displayed a father's broad-heartedness.
The little boy gradually calmed down, then suddenly looked at the crow. "Kitahara, are you hungry?"
"..."
The crow stared at the little boy in disbelief. Shouldn't he have gone back, hugged Fugaku's leg, and cried that he should never have doubted him? Wouldn't a happy, harmonious family have been nice?
And here he was asking whether it was hungry... Uchiha Itachi, you really were such an obedient, clever, brilliant child!
"Caw..."
It really was hungry.
Uchiha Mikoto had clearly prepared a lavish dinner, yet it could only wander the streets with Itachi. It had no idea what this brat was thinking.
It was already late.
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