It was raining that day.
The violent rain that refuses to allow anyone's eyes to open continues to mercilessly hit the small body of a 4 year old Itachi.
His father standing alongside him bears no words of pity.
Itachi also didn't hope for such words.
"Remember, this is a battlefield."
The thunderous sound of the crying rain pushes its way through. His father's powerful words struck his heart.
Battlefield...
Those aren't words for a 4 year old kid to remember.
Much less the wide scenery right now in front of his eyes. It wasn't a good sight for a child to be looking straight at.
Corpse, corpse, corpse...
There are mountains of corpses as far as the eye can see.
There is not a single calm expression on their faces. Distorted expressions of pain were hardened on all of the bodies.
"Years later, you will also become a shinobi. Even if the war ends, there's no way the hidden truth will change.
The world you stepped into with your feet is this kind of world."
While listening to his heartless father's words, Itachi patiently endured it.
If he loses his focus, tears will flow.
Not because he is afraid.
Not because he is lonely.
To say it in a few words, emotions he can't show are whirling. He doesn't know why, but his chest tightened and he couldn't bear it.
He is soaked by the rain.
Even if he cries, his father won't understand.
Still, he didn't want to cry. If he cried here, he might lose something precious in the long run during his life as a shinobi. That's what he thought.
That's why he desperately endured it.
Still...
His tears flowed naturally.
Someone wearing Konoha's forehead protector.
A shinobi who seems to be from another country.
The vast number of corpses covering the ground had nothing to do with state borders. As they struggled against pain and sadness, nobody could fight against their own death. It didn't matter what country they were from, they all had expressions filled with anguish.
There's not a single person who thought about wanting to die.
Still, everyone dies.
Why?
It's the war's fault.
"Father"
Itachi heard his own voice. And then he noticed his own body trembling.
It wasn't because he felt cold from the rain.
It also wasn't because he was terrified of the corpses.
Hatred made him tremble.
”Why is it in this place...?"
After Itachi's father stayed silent at his own child's question, Itachi began to choose his words carefully.
"You are a smart kid."
While facing a corpse, Itachi carried his father's words.
He felt warmth on top of his head.
His father's palm.
"That's why I wanted to show you this reality."
Itachi is desperately searching for the meaning of 'reality' within his heart. He is still 4 years old. It doesn't mean he understands the difference between reality and fiction.
Still, he understood the meaning of what his father said.
"This is the world I live in."
"That's right, Itachi. You endure living during a war. Be sure to remember the scene you've seen here today."
Invited by his father's words, Itachi grew stiff. In order to never forget the illustration of hell spread out in front of him, he burned it into his eyes.
He felt the dull pain inside his eyes.
Something lukewarm different from tears wriggled out from within his eye balls. The violent wave of power, emotion that seemed to flow towards his eyes, was unbearably terrifying. He thought to close his eyelids.
He gently touched his hand on his chest.
When he did so, the wave of power slowly settled down and disappeared from the center of his head.
His palpitation was violent, his breathing went wild. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. In front of him was a world like hell.
He gently touched his hand on his chest.
If he left his body to his power like that, he might lose himself.
"What's wrong?"
In reply to his father's question, he simply stayed still and stared at the scenery in front of his eyes.
If this hell is the world he lives in, he had no intention of staying silent and accepting it.
I'll change it...
No matter what reason there is,
If society is like that, then it must be changed.
That became Uchiha Itachi's basis.
Itachi never forgot the scenery of that day for the rest of his life.
*
The great war involving shinobi of all nations ended many weeks after the day Itachi realized his purpose in life. The war that became known as the 3rd Shinobi World War was concluded
through a peace treaty between Konohagakure and Iwagakure.
Konoha fared better in the war. However, because of the 3rd Hokage Hiruzen's policy of harmony, the war was ended through a special condition where compensation from Iwagakure was not asked. Those who advocated war opposed to the decision of Hiruzen, who they thought had a weak attitude. In order to hold down the village's discontent, Hiruzen decided to step down from his position as the 3rd Hokage. As a result, a new hokage was being elected and the hero Namikaze Minato followed as the 4th Hokage.
Because of Hiruzen's resignation, the village recovered from the chaos caused by the great war.
Itachi had a clear aim.
"I'll become a shinobi greater than anyone and eliminate all conflict."
It's an outrageous dream that an adult could settle with one laugh.
However, to the 4 year old Itachi, this dream was important and irreplaceable.
After all, he's studying basic ninjutsu at the academy
He wanted to hurry up and become a shinobi
That's why he's doing training alone.
"I'm home."
He quietly took off his shoes at the entrance and slowly walked through the corridor.
"Welcome home."
Passing time in the kitchen, his mother Mikoto called out. Right now, a new life was inside her.
Will it be a younger brother or a younger sister...
In any case, it's his first sibling.
"Were you training alone today too?"
"Yeah."
He felt the dull pain inside his eyes.
Something lukewarm different from tears wriggled out from within his eye balls. The violent wave of power, emotion that seemed to flow towards his eyes, was unbearably terrifying. He thought to close his eyelids.
He gently touched his hand on his chest.
When he did so, the wave of power slowly settled down and disappeared from the center of his head.
His palpitation was violent, his breathing went wild. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. In front of him was a world like hell.
He gently touched his hand on his chest.
If he left his body to his power like that, he might lose himself.
"What's wrong?"
In reply to his father's question, he simply stayed still and stared at the scenery in front of his eyes.
If this hell is the world he lives in, he had no intention of staying silent and accepting it.
I'll change it...
No matter what reason there is,
If society is like that, then it must be changed.
That became Uchiha Itachi's basis.
Itachi never forgot the scenery of that day for the rest of his life.
*
The great war involving shinobi of all nations ended many weeks after the day Itachi realized his purpose in life. The war that became known as the 3rd Shinobi World War was concluded
through a peace treaty between Konohagakure and Iwagakure.
Konoha fared better in the war. However, because of the 3rd Hokage Hiruzen's policy of harmony, the war was ended through a special condition where compensation from Iwagakure was not asked. Those who advocated war opposed to the decision of Hiruzen, who they thought had a weak attitude. In order to hold down the village's discontent, Hiruzen decided to step down from his position as the 3rd Hokage. As a result, a new hokage was being elected and the hero Namikaze Minato followed as the 4th Hokage.
Because of Hiruzen's resignation, the village recovered from the chaos caused by the great war.
"I'll become a shinobi greater than anyone and eliminate all conflict."
It's an outrageous dream that an adult could settle with one laugh.
However, to the 4 year old Itachi, this dream was important and irreplaceable.
After all, he's studying basic ninjutsu at the academy
He wanted to hurry up and become a shinobi
That's why he's doing training alone.
"I'm home."
He quietly took off his shoes at the entrance and slowly walked through the corridor.
"Welcome home."
Passing time in the kitchen, his mother Mikoto called out. Right now, a new life was inside her.
Will it be a younger brother or a younger sister...
In any case, it's his first sibling.
"Were you training alone today too?"
"Yeah."
To the reply of her mature child who does not think of himself as 4 years old, Mikoto shrugged her shoulders as she tried to carry her heavy stomach.
"Is Father in his room?"
"He's inside, but now is a bit..."
While listening to his mother's words, Itachi turned his foot towards his father's living room.
"Why is the yondaime Minato!?"
Itachi stopped in his tracks.
"We don't know who might be listening, so lower your voice, Yashiro."
The calm voice was his father's.
"However, I won't accept it. At the election for the 4th hokage, wasn't Orochimaru the only other name that turned up besides Minato? Why didn't anyone nominate Fugaku-sama?"
The man called Yashiro addressed his question to Itachi's father. Itachi imagined Yashiro's face in his head. A man with short white hair. While being older than Itachi's father, he worked as a subordinate.
"It's just as Yashiro-san said. I also can't accept it."
"Inabi..."
His father called the name of the clan head with a fresh voice. Uchiha Inabi is one of the best shinobi in the Konoha Military Police. A man with long black hair. He is also one of Itachi's father's subordinates.
"During the Great War, when they heard the name 'Wicked Eye Fugaku', shinobi from other countries trembled."
"Konoha Military Police's commanding officer. That's the name left to me by the village."
"I'm telling you. That's the strategy of the top management."
Yashiro called out in a loud voice and continued talking without pause.
"The top management that does not want the Uchiha clan to rise at the front stage did not announce to the village the great battle that Fugaku-sama actively participated in. Because of that, in the end, Minato and the Sannin, even the sharingan user Hatake Kakashi, stand out even though they're not from the same clan. If Minato and Kakashi are going to get in the way, Fugaku-sama's name should also be..."
"Stop it already!"
To the voice of Fugaku that appeared to be decisive, Yatsuro muttered.
"My grandson is listening."
Itachi’s body jumped up at that spot.
"What is it, Itachi?"
They're suspecting him...
Too soon.
Itachi grinded his teeth.
It couldn't be helped. He unhurriedly opened the sliding door.
There were four people inside.
His father Fugaku, Yatsuro, Inabi... And one more person. A man with a small dot on his forehead.
This person was also his father's subordinate. His name was Uchiha Tekka.
"What do you need?"
"I have a question on shuriken."
"I'm busy now. I'll answer you later."
"Understood."
As he said it, he closed the sliding door. For a moment while he was closing the door, there was red light in the four men's eyes.
Sharingan.
It's the Uchiha clan's inherited bloodline.
As Itachi returned to his room, he remembered his father's room filled with the presence of people. When he did so, for some reason, he relived the memories of his father and the battlefield he saw.
The illustration of hell filled to the brim with ill will and maliciousness...
The ominous atmosphere and similar others he felt at the battlefield were there at his father's room.
"What is father thinking?"
Nobody muttered an answer.
"Is Father in his room?"
"He's inside, but now is a bit..."
While listening to his mother's words, Itachi turned his foot towards his father's living room.
"Why is the yondaime Minato!?"
Itachi stopped in his tracks.
"We don't know who might be listening, so lower your voice, Yashiro."
The calm voice was his father's.
"However, I won't accept it. At the election for the 4th hokage, wasn't Orochimaru the only other name that turned up besides Minato? Why didn't anyone nominate Fugaku-sama?"
The man called Yashiro addressed his question to Itachi's father. Itachi imagined Yashiro's face in his head. A man with short white hair. While being older than Itachi's father, he worked as a subordinate.
"It's just as Yashiro-san said. I also can't accept it."
"Inabi..."
His father called the name of the clan head with a fresh voice. Uchiha Inabi is one of the best shinobi in the Konoha Military Police. A man with long black hair. He is also one of Itachi's father's subordinates.
"During the Great War, when they heard the name 'Wicked Eye Fugaku', shinobi from other countries trembled."
"Konoha Military Police's commanding officer. That's the name left to me by the village."
"I'm telling you. That's the strategy of the top management."
Yashiro called out in a loud voice and continued talking without pause.
"The top management that does not want the Uchiha clan to rise at the front stage did not announce to the village the great battle that Fugaku-sama actively participated in. Because of that, in the end, Minato and the Sannin, even the sharingan user Hatake Kakashi, stand out even though they're not from the same clan. If Minato and Kakashi are going to get in the way, Fugaku-sama's name should also be..."
"Stop it already!"
To the voice of Fugaku that appeared to be decisive, Yatsuro muttered.
"My grandson is listening."
Itachi’s body jumped up at that spot.
"What is it, Itachi?"
They're suspecting him...
Too soon.
Itachi grinded his teeth.
It couldn't be helped. He unhurriedly opened the sliding door.
There were four people inside.
His father Fugaku, Yatsuro, Inabi... And one more person. A man with a small dot on his forehead.
This person was also his father's subordinate. His name was Uchiha Tekka.
"What do you need?"
"I have a question on shuriken."
"I'm busy now. I'll answer you later."
"Understood."
As he said it, he closed the sliding door. For a moment while he was closing the door, there was red light in the four men's eyes.
Sharingan.
It's the Uchiha clan's inherited bloodline.
As Itachi returned to his room, he remembered his father's room filled with the presence of people. When he did so, for some reason, he relived the memories of his father and the battlefield he saw.
The illustration of hell filled to the brim with ill will and maliciousness...
The ominous atmosphere and similar others he felt at the battlefield were there at his father's room.
"What is father thinking?"
Nobody muttered an answer.
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