"Sissei Sasuke, please go to the office with me. I have something to tell you..."

In the evening, Iruka appeared at the door of the classroom and called out Sasuke who was packing up and preparing to go home.

"Ah, OK!"

Although he didn't understand why Iruka suddenly asked him to go to the office today, Sasuke didn't think much about it, and just followed Iruka to the office silently.

In fact, Iruka didn't have anything special to talk to Sasuke, but it was because in the afternoon, Anbe next to Sandai came to inform him, asking him to hold Sasuke away for a while when school was over at night, so Iruka is now here and calling Sasuke who is about to go home from school.

Although I don’t understand why San Dian asked him to do this, Iruka still executed the orders from San Dian very well. Anyway, he is Sasuke’s teacher, so it’s normal to keep the students and chat for a while, right?!

"The time has finally come, and the things I have prepared carefully can finally come in handy!"

Standing on the roof, looking at the direction of the Uchiha clan's headquarters, feeling the chakras that appeared in the Uchiha clan's headquarters, Jing Xing's eyes suddenly flashed through.

"Go, ghost, take 90% of the Three Gouyu Sharingan, take 80% of the Single Gouyu and Two Gouyu, and draw two tubes of blood for each corpse..."

Under the full moon, the shadow under Jing Xing's feet seemed to change for a moment, but then it quickly returned to calm, making people unable to see anything wrong.

As a person who knows how to be content with happiness, Jingxing feels that he is already kind enough to do things. He left 10% of the Sharingan of the Three Goats, and single Goats, and second Goats, even more 20% of the number for Danzo and Obito to divide it.

"Oh, if you are rich, you will benefit the world. If you are poor, you will be safe. Although you feel a little distressed, who makes me a good person? If you eat meat yourself, you have to leave some soup for others......"

While muttering in a low voice, Jing Xing's figure sank into the shadows below his feet. He could leave the ghost soldiers to do some other things, but he had to do it himself.

Outside the Uchiha clan's residence, Uchiha Itachi stood quietly, looking at the round fan clan emblem on the wall, feeling mixed emotions.

A spiral distortion of space emerged out of thin air, and a short-haired man wearing a mask emerged from the distortion of space.

"Itachi, can you really do anything to your parents?"

Obito, who deliberately pretended to be Uchiha Madara's voice, tilted his head and looked at Uchiha Itachi, with a teasing look flashing in his eyes quickly.

"If you can't bear it, you can tell me directly. I don't mind helping you and keep your hands from getting less bloody!"

"unnecessary!"

Uchiha Itachi turned his head and looked at Obito. There was no emotional fluctuation in the shape of the triangular shuriken.

"Okay, since you don't need it, forget it!"

Obito shrugged indifferently, and the spiral distortion of space emerged from his right eye again.

"I'll help you deal with other tribe members first. Your movements are faster. I'll take you to meet other members of the organization. You can't be late!"

Uchiha Itachi didn't say anything, but just looked at the disappearance of Obito. After a while, he raised his legs and walked towards the direction of home.

In the sky, the originally cold moonlight seemed to be dyed with a layer of blood at this time. The entire Uchiha clan's residence was silent. In the past, the insects that liked to appear at night were gone, but today there was no movement.

"I'm back……"

Pushing open the door and walking into the house. Looking at Uchiha Itachi sitting in the darkness, a look of pain appeared in his eyes, and his right hand holding the door couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Even though he had already made a choice and had already made mental preparations, when this moment really came, Uchiha Itachi still felt a feeling of suffocation.

"Itachi, it seems you have made a choice!"

Uchiha Fugao, who was kneeling there, sighed slightly, with a complicated expression on his face.

"ah……"

Uchiha Itachi opened his mouth and finally made a slightly low and dumb syllable sound from his throat. At this time, he really didn't know what to say to his father.

"Don't have psychological pressure, Itachi, what you're doing is actually the right choice!"

After a long silence, Uchiha Fugaku's face showed a relieved smile.

"I failed to guide the Uchiha clan correctly, nor could I handle the relationship between the family and the village well, and it made you forced to bear so much pressure at a young age. In short, I am neither a qualified patriarch nor a qualified father..."

After sighing as if he was self-deprecating, Uchiha Fugaki stretched out his right hand without waiting for Uchiha Itachi to say something.

"Give me the knife, Itachi, you are a kind child. In order to avoid you being decisive enough to wait for the knife to be undecisive enough because you can't bear it, which will lead to more pain. I'd better do it myself..."

"Father……"

Listening to Uchiha Fugao's pretending relaxed voice, the tears in Uchiha Itachi finally couldn't help but fall out.

"Please wipe your tears. The Manelidao Sharingan will hurt your eyes. If you shed too many tears, it will easily hurt you..."

"Thanks……"

He grabbed a tissue with one hand and handed it to Uchiha Itachi. Uchiha Itachi was about to subconsciously say thank you, but the next second he suddenly reacted.

No, isn’t he and his parents the only one here? Where did the person who handed him tissues come from?!

"Senior Jingxing? Why are you here?!"

Looking at Jing Xing, who was standing in the shadows by the door, leaning against the door with her hands on her chest, Uchiha Itachi was stunned.

"I want to say that I was going to go to my roof to bask in the moon on the roof and accidentally walked the wrong way and came to your house. Do you believe it?"

First, he greeted the couple who were also confused, and then Keung looked at Uchiha Itachi with a smile, and while explaining, he stuffed the tissue in his hand.

“…”

Does he look so foolish?!

Uchiha Itachi didn't say anything, and just stared at Jing Xing with an expressionless face. The meaning he wanted to express in his eyes was already very obvious.

He didn't win the other gods, how could he believe this explanation? Even if he fooled people, he wouldn't be so perfunctory, right?

"Okay, okay, I'll be honest!"

Jing Xing shrugged, not feeling embarrassed about his behavior of fooling others.
Chapter completed!