Naruto: Naruto's Uchiha girlfriend is too arrogant

Chapter 76 Naruto's Mindset

The cold moonlight spilled onto the front of the Uchiha clan head's mansion. Uchiha Itachi stood on the steps, his black hair fluttering slightly in the night breeze, and the two tear troughs appeared even more deep in the pale moonlight.

"What do you mean by this?"

Itachi's voice was like poison, each word carrying a chilling edge. Below the steps, three men dressed in Uchiha clan attire stood in a semi-encircling formation, their hands casually resting on their ninja tool pouches.

"What do you think?" The leading man's Sharingan glowed crimson in the darkness. "Regarding the sudden disappearance of Uchiha Shisui..."

"He's still nowhere to be found, neither alive nor dead. According to the operation logs, the last person he saw... was probably you, Uchiha Itachi?"

Itachi could clearly see the suspicion and hostility surging in the three people's eyes. "So, you suspect I attacked Shisui?"

His fingers, hidden in his sleeve, clenched tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, but the pain was nothing compared to the raging anger surging in his chest.

It was clearly you guys!

It was your plan that killed Shisui! If you hadn't been so eager to control the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, why would Shisui have confessed Kotoamatsukami to Danzo? Why would he have lost his eyes? Why...

"That's right, brat." The Uchiha clansman standing at the back suddenly stepped forward. "Listen, even if you are the clan leader's daughter..."

He deliberately lowered his voice, his tone dripping with blatant threat: "If you dare betray your clan, I will absolutely not spare you."

"Bang--!"

A dull thud echoed through the night. The leading Uchiha clan member didn't even have time to react before his body slammed into the stone wall engraved with the clan crest. The air in his lungs was squeezed out by the heavy blow, and a painful groan escaped his throat.

So fast...

He didn't even see Itachi's movements clearly.

Itachi Uchiha gripped his collar tightly, pinning him to the clan crest. In his crimson Sharingan eyes, the three tomoe spun wildly, almost tearing apart into more intricate patterns.

"You keep talking about your clan, your clan..." Her voice was terrifyingly low, each word seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth, "...you who say such things..."

The clan crest on the wall cracked from the impact, and the Uchiha fan pattern was twisted by his back. Two other clan members lay on the ground, struggling to get up.

"How could you possibly know... what sacrifices you all made behind the scenes?!"

"elder sister!"

A childish voice suddenly came from behind.

Itachi's fingertips trembled slightly.

Uchiha Satsuki stood at the entrance of the mansion, her small hands gripping the door frame tightly, her obsidian-like eyes filled with terror. She had never seen her sister like this before—the always gentle sister who was now like a demon, pinning her clansmen against the wall, her eyes swirling with a darkness she couldn't understand.

Satsuki......

The weasel's breath hitched for a moment.

But the next moment, the scene from her memory flooded back—Shisui stood on the edge of the cliff, blood streaming from his empty eye sockets, giving her one last smile, and then...

come down.

"Itachi! Stop it!"

Fugaku Uchiha's voice came from inside the house, and hurried footsteps approached.

But in Itachi's vision, all that remained was the face before him, still radiating arrogance and hostility. This person's eyes were exactly the same as those of the hawks who clamored at the clan meeting to "control the Nine-Tails and launch a coup."

It's you guys...

Her fingers tightened for a moment, and the faces of the tribesmen turned red from suffocation.

But in the end——

Itachi abruptly released her grip, letting the other person slide to the ground, clutching her throat and coughing violently. She took a step back, the bloodshot in her eyes slowly fading, but the chill remained undiminished.

Under her father's stern gaze, she mechanically lowered her head and apologized to the three men.

But when she looked up again—the coldness in her Sharingan eyes remained as sharp as ever.

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In front of the shrine, an old torii gate stood, and the night wind swirled a few withered leaves between the two people as they fell.

Uchiha Itachi's black hair was gently swayed by the wind, highlighting her scarlet Sharingan eyes—the killing intent within them was almost tangible.

Across from him, Danzo Shimura leaned on a cane, his voice hoarse and slow, as if he were deliberately suppressing some emotion.

"Regarding the matter of Shisui..." He sighed softly, as if genuinely regretting it, "I didn't want things to come to that."

"But those eyes—'Kotoamatsukami'... I simply cannot trust them. My intention was only to take the eyes, not to take his life."

Itachi stared intently at Danzo's right eye, hidden beneath bandages—there, perhaps, lay Shisui's kaleidoscope.

But she didn't act, because if she did, Shisui's last wish would be completely dashed.

What do you want to say?

Danzo tapped his cane lightly on the ground, producing a dull thud. "Regarding the Uchiha's internal plan to attack the Nine-Tails... how many more years do you think Fugaku can maintain control?"

"The current Nine-Tails Jinchuriki is only nine years old. Fugaku is using the excuse that 'Satsuki will become close to Naruto and enter the upper echelons of Konoha' to delay—but that's at least several decades from now."

"What if one day... the Uchiha's hawkish faction no longer obeys the clan leader's orders and secretly kidnaps the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki..."

His one eye stared directly at Itachi, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"How many people do you think would die if Konoha were to experience another Nine-Tails attack?"

A chilling night wind swept through the air. Itachi's Sharingan slowly rotated in the darkness, illuminating Danzo's wrinkled face—and the naked threat hidden behind his words.

Danzo leaned forward slightly. "Don't be fooled by the Third Hokage's pretty words. What peace talks, what trust..."

"He's the Hokage; the safety of the village must always be the top priority."

Danzo continued, "Sarutobi's suggestion doesn't solve the Uchiha problem at all. He's just burying a bomb deeper, waiting for it to explode even more violently in the future."

"So... I want you to make a choice."

"......choose?"

Danzo nodded slowly. "It's about waiting until the Uchiha coup, then siding with the clan, and being wiped out along with them."

"Or... stand on Konoha's side, before the rebellion breaks out—" He paused, as if deliberately making every word that followed pierce Itachi's ears.

"Leave your sister alive, then... kill all the Uchiha clan members."

"...Kill...all the Uchiha clan members?"

Itachi's voice trembled slightly as she looked up, the three tomoe in her Sharingan almost merging into one. She had never imagined that Danzo's plan would be so extreme—massacre.

Danzo's expression remained unchanged.

"This is a mission, a mission I'm giving you from the perspective of the Konoha leadership."

"This is a necessary measure to protect the village. Only you, as an Uchiha and deeply trusted by Konoha, can shoulder this task."

The night wind blew through Itachi's long hair, revealing her pale profile.

"Itachi..." Danzo's one eye stared directly at her, "No one but you can do it."

Are you willing to accept this mission?