"And I believe that the senior, she and the patriarch will handle this incident well. After all, it is a matter of catching the wind. After Konoha investigates it clearly, it will not be too embarrassing."

Itachi naturally understands what he said, but his intuition tells him that it's not just that, the sister-in-law and father must be thinking about other things.

But he didn't know what it was, and he could only repeatedly hint in his heart that things were not as complicated as he imagined.

It's been half a year since these days, and as time passed, the anxiety in Itachi's heart did not diminish at all.

One day, Anbu was performing night shifts. Itachi was pardoned because of his young age and could go home earlier. As soon as he stepped into the house, he realized that something was wrong.

Too quiet.

Quiet is not what it should be like at this time.

At this time of night, Sasuke would throw himself into his arms and greet him home with a laugh.

Itachi touched his ninja kit, took out a kunai from the inside, and walked forward cautiously on tiptoe.

The fine sweat covered the palms of his hands, causing the hand holding Kunai to slip a little, and he heard his own heartbeat that was throbbing with nervousness, looping in his ears one after another.

With a bang, there was a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground from the guest room.

Itachi paused for a while, raised his legs and ran towards it. As soon as he opened the door, he was stunned by the scene inside the house.

The room was dark, accompanied by a faint bloody aura, and a familiar figure turned his back to him, holding a bloody long knife in his hand. At the man's feet was a man lying face down, hidden in the shadows, it was impossible to see, but Itachi knew the identity of the fallen man. Blood flowed out from under the man, looking dazzling and startling.

The huge impact hit Itachi's Tianling Gai, which shocked him to the point of aphasia, and his mind went blank.

As if aware of someone else's intrusion, the person standing in the shadow finally turned around, revealing a pair of cold blood-red eyes.

"Oh, is it Itachi? I thought you would come back later." Zhen Yang casually wiped the blood-stained blade with his sleeve, and gave him a kind smile, as if she was still the good elder who loved her nephew. .

"I'm so sorry, it's my dereliction of duty as an elder to let you see such an unbearable scene."

"Little aunt...you..."

Itachi seemed to finally find his voice, and subconsciously took a step back, unwilling to accept everything in front of him.

"You...why do you want to..." His voice trembled, mixed with a little choking, and said a complete sentence with extreme difficulty, "...Why did you kill your father?"

Hearing this, Uchiha Mayo raised his eyebrows, neither admitting nor denying his question, but just took a few steps forward and talked to himself.

"The high-level officials are suspicious and suspicious, the villagers are insensitive, and the hero has no good death. What future does Konoha have? There is absolutely no cure."

She shook her hand, put the knife in the sheath, looked at her nephew who lowered his head in silence and said, "I have seen through the hypocrisy of this village, I want to leave Konoha, and before that, I have to make some foolproof preparations... ... Itachi, you are a good boy, you must understand me, right?"

After speaking, Zhen Yang stretched out his hand to touch his eldest nephew's hair, but was slapped away by the other party's palm.

"Do not make jokes!"

Itachi raised his head angrily to interrupt her, and Maou narrowed his eyes a little surprised, and then he met the pair of eyes with an unfamiliar pattern - the pattern of a three-edged shuriken suddenly appeared in the other's eyes.

Zhen Yang quickly retreated, a satisfied look flashed across his eyes. She stood still and kept a distance from him, and smiled playfully: "Kaleidoscope writing wheel eye? It's a good talent, Xiao Itachi, are you interested in creating a new world with me? Konoha is not suitable for your development."

Itachi didn't answer her words, he just held the Kunaiheng in front of him, showing his position with his actions.

The smile of the person in front of him suddenly faded, and he tilted his head in distress: "It seems that the negotiation failed? It's a pity, I'm quite optimistic about you..."

Before he finished speaking, something flashed by in front of him, and the woman who had stood three meters away appeared in front of him in an instant, at an outrageous speed. Itachi didn't have time to dodge, and was kicked and flew out, hitting the wall heavily.

He coughed out a mouthful of blood, and before he could catch his breath, he was caught by a hand around his neck, unable to move.

"I didn't want to touch you originally. Since you turned on the kaleidoscope, I will accept these eyes."

Itachi's eyes were splitting, and he stared at the hand that was slowly reaching out to him. At the critical moment, his left eye stinged and bloody tears flowed. Immediately afterwards, the person in front of him retracted his hand and took a few steps back, as if avoiding something, and he was freed.

He knelt on the ground and gasped heavily, cold sweat dripping down his side cheeks on the tatami, leaving stains one after another. Itachi looked up tiredly, and found that the end of the woman's hair was inexplicably lit with a raging black flame, and it seemed that the flames could burn her whole body along the hair in a few seconds.

Seeing this situation, Zhen Yang frowned slightly, and decisively took out the knife and cut off the section of hair shoulder-to-shoulder. The black flame quickly engulfed the cut hair, leaving only the charred ashes left in place.

She tutted her heart, but she laughed loudly on her face: "Very good, very good! As expected of my brother's child, I am looking forward to your growth and see if you can achieve what I have not been able to achieve. high."

"Until then, I'll be watching you. Then, there will be a period—"

At the end of the sentence, Zhen Yang gave him a nasty smile, and immediately rushed out of the room, jumped on the roof and left.

"........."

Looking at the back that was gradually engulfed by the darkness, Uchiha Itachi let out a whimper in his throat, turned and moved a little bit in the other direction of the room. Looking at his father lying in a pool of blood, he covered his face with trembling hands, and finally bowed his body unsupported, tears overflowing from his eyes like a dam burst.