Naruto: This Uchiha is too Evil - Chapter 3
The young boy withdrew his gaze, turned his head to one side, and smirked, “My dear brother, we are indeed brothers. Our interests are so similar.”
“Interests? What exactly do you mean by interests?”
“Bang!”
White smoke rose.
A young ninja appeared in front of the boy, silently watching him.
He wore a dark-coloured, high-collared, short-sleeve shirt, triangular armour on his upper body, and matching pants with shin guards. The Uchiha clan crest was on his back, and he carried a small katana.
The Uchiha clan!
Surprisingly, he had a rare Uchiha trait—a button nose.
Just this alone revealed his identity.
“Snooping? I have no interest in that.”
He said.
“Brother Shisui, you should have more confidence in yourself,” the boy sighed and said, “You are a talented ninja. If you wish, I can recommend you to Jiraiya-sensei. I believe with the skill of Shisui of the Body Flicker, you can surely…”
“Stop, stop, stop!”
Uchiha Shisui quickly interrupted, helplessly saying, “In that aspect, I need no talent, nor do I need to specifically take a master.”
Besides, is Jiraiya someone you can easily become a disciple of?
Not only is his strength a factor, but his identity is also extremely sensitive.
At least for a Uchiha, becoming his disciple is a dream!
I was thinking of this.
Shisui looked at the boy with a strange gaze.
Jiraiya openly acknowledged this younger brother as a disciple.
Although the direction of his teaching was a bit off… it still made him a disciple.
The boy showed a regretful expression.
“Sigh!” Shisui suddenly sighed, “Speaking of talent, my brother, you are a genius of the Uchiha clan, stronger than both me and Itachi. I hope you can help me.”
“Help you?”
The boy rolled his sleeves and said fiercely, “Who bullied you? Leave it to me. If I don’t beat him until he soils himself, I won’t count it as clean!”
“…Do I look like I’m joking?”
Shisui’s expression turned serious, and his eyes grew sharp.
The surrounding atmosphere became heavy.
“No more nonsense, I have serious matters to discuss with you,” he said in a deep voice, “Itsuki…”
“Iku!” the boy immediately interrupted, “Call me Iku! Uchiha Iku!”
Shisui: “…”
As a native of Konoha, Shisui didn’t understand the meaning of ‘Iku’, but he felt the other party was thinking of something inappropriate.
“Don’t you think the name is cool? It naturally includes ‘cool’!”
The boy’s expression turned strange, with a peculiar smile at the corner of his lips.
Are you thinking about food?
Hmm, it must be mealtime now!
Shisui thought.
“Itsuki! I’m serious!”
Shisui’s brow furrowed deeply as he said solemnly, “The relationship between the village and the clan is becoming increasingly tense. This cannot continue. Eventually… We need to change the clan. I hope you can join us.”
“You, Uchiha Itsuki, are an elite of the clan, a new generation genius, and also recognized as a disciple of the legendary Sannin. If you stand with us, we will have a greater chance. You will be the bridge between the village and the clan.”
By the end.
Shisui’s expression became excited, even emotional, as he grabbed Itsuki’s shoulders tightly.
Itsuki blushed, shyly saying, “Brother Shisui, it hurts. You’re hurting me.”
“…”
A strange chill.
Shisui quickly withdrew his hands, showing a pained expression, “Itsuki, can you be serious?”
No wonder there are so many Uchihas…; so many people in the village avoid Itsuki like the plague!
Even the Shadow of the Shinobi listens to him with veins bulging and eyes bloodshot!
Can someone like Itsuki help?
Looking at Itsuki’s bewildered face, Shisui felt equally confused.
I was already exhausted by the tense relationship between the village and the clan.
Now, he was at a loss for words.
What did I do to deserve this in my past life?!
Is this my brother?
A debtor, too!
Even someone like Shisui wanted to curse: Bastard!
The complex situation exhausted him while Itsuki tormented his soul.
The two stared at each other, one with deep affection and a spark in his eyes.
The other had a blank expression as if beaten by eighteen strong men.
In the end, Shisui could only say, “Itsuki, you are a smart person. You understand what I mean. Think about it carefully.”
He turned and left somewhat awkwardly.
Looking at Shisui’s lonely and desolate back, Itsuki sighed, feeling sorry for his hardworking brother Shisui. He wanted to… use a Fire Style jutsu on him.
Think about it.
If we weren’t born of the same parents, and I could do it without hesitation, Uchiha Shisui, I would point at your unique Konoha nose and curse you up and down three generations right now.
You have great ambitions and are willing to sacrifice everything for the village.
In the end, what did you get?
Your eyes gouged out, dying a tragic death!
By the time you died, you were probably already waterlogged!
Your buddy, the number one filial son in the Shinobi world, Lord Itachi!
Just like you, broad-minded, filled with the Will of Fire from head to toe.
And what was the result?
Even worse!
Parents, wife, and the whole clan—all killed by his hand, and he died bearing infamy.
For what?
What’s more, he died with a smile.
Damn it!
Itsuki painfully covered his face.
He was truly misled!
Itachi, your parents having you as a son must have been the culmination of several generations of blessings!
Just this!
And you want me to be like you.
Uchiha Shisui, you are my dear brother!
Our relationship is truly the brotherhood of the Shinobi world!
What a freak!
Itsuki sighed and turned to leave, but his peripheral vision caught sight of an eight or nine-year-old boy walking by with a timid expression, head down.
He had short blonde hair and blue eyes.
He had prominent whisker marks on his cheeks.
Naruto Uzumaki!
Naruto Uzumaki in his academy days!
The Nine-Tails Jinchuriki.
Itsuki sighed deeply again, showing a troubled expression for the first time.
He was a transmigrant!
He had been in this Naruto world for fifteen years.
He was fifteen years old this year.
Although he didn’t fully understand the famous anime, he knew some of the plot.
So, upon discovering he was a Uchiha, he wasn’t too worried.
As long as he avoided key points, he could survive.
You could gain some benefits.
Who knew?
Damn it.
The timeline here was completely different from the original.
He probably changed the Shinobi world to some extent because of his presence and participation in the Third Shinobi War.
It was now Konoha, Year 51!
The night of the Nine-Tails had passed, and the next major event would be the Uchiha clan massacre.
Uchiha Itachi was already twelve.
If nothing went wrong, it should happen this year!
But!
Naruto and the other twelve had grown three or four years older than in the original.
Itsuki needed clarification.
Would the Uchiha clan massacre still happen on schedule?
Would everything he knew be of no use?
“Sigh!”
The timeline was the greatest mystery in the Naruto world.
Throughout history, who could straighten it out?
In his world, many online experts boldly challenged it, but they all failed!
Now, it was even more mysterious!
I am completely giving no room for survival!
“Never mind!”
Itsuki made a decision.
The first plan begins!
As long as his power increases, Danzo and Hiruzen would be no match for him even if combined.
He looked again in the direction Shisui left and murmured, “My dear Oniisan, don’t blame me. I am fulfilling your wish. Rest assured, I will ensure Konoha and the Uchiha clan coexist.”
As he spoke.
His eyes revealed a pattern of three tomoe, which slowly connected, forming a unique design.
Mangekyo Sharingan!
“Brother Shisui, I already have the Mangekyo Sharingan. What about you? Do you have it?”
“You must!”
“Because, we are brothers!”
“Blood brothers of the Uchiha clan!”
Itsuki’s lips curled into a sinister smile.
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