Naruto: I'm in Konoha, my name is Uzumaki Menma

Chapter 131 The Great-Great-Great-Grandmother of the Fugaku Clan Chief
Itachi Uchiha's eyes instantly regained their composure. He turned around and faced Kakashi, who was wearing a white cat mask, and reported in a steady tone: "Kakashi-senpai, all the surveillance footage is currently normal. Izumi Uchiha returned to the clan compound at 21:30 PM. She appeared slightly tired, but there were no abnormal chakra fluctuations. The activities of the other clan members are no different from usual."

He deliberately omitted speculation about the reasons for Quan's exhaustion, stating only the objective facts.

Kakashi nodded without asking any further questions, seemingly already used to it.

He stood up, patted Itachi Uchiha on the shoulder, and whispered, "Stay vigilant. Don't let any disturbance slip by. This village needs us to protect it."

"Yes." Itachi Uchiha gave a brief nod and watched Kakashi's figure leave the room.

Although the Anbu monitoring room is usually staffed by two people, Kakashi's lazy nature made it impossible for him to sit still in this small room all night.

Furthermore, since the Hokage trusted Itachi Uchiha and allowed him access to the Anbu's monitoring room, Kakashi decided to give Itachi some time alone.

After the monitoring room door closed, Itachi Uchiha turned his gaze back to the ever-changing images. The night was deep, and the village was still asleep, but in front of him, there seemed to be an invisible gunpowder smell in the air.

Meanwhile, within the Uchiha clan's territory.

The soft moonlight shone on the ancient eaves of the Uchiha clan's territory, adding a touch of tranquility to this usually solemn area.

Uchiha Hikaru and Menma stood on the rooftop, watching Uchiha Izumi, who had emerged from the 'Night of the Infinite Cycle of the Clan Massacre,' walk wearily into the clan's territory, like a frightened fawn, as if afraid that Uchiha Itachi, carrying a bloodstained ninja sword, would suddenly jump out from the side.

"Speaking of which, the Uchiha clan head's family in this era must be quite interesting, right?" Uchiha Hikaru's voice was lazy yet tinged with interest from the rooftop.

She turned her head to look at Menma beside her, who was wearing a black robe with the cloak fluttering in the wind and a white three-eyed fox mask.

Hikaru Uchiha's eyes gleamed with an eager light, a desire for power and challenge unique to the Uchiha clan.

"What?" Menma chuckled lightly, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You want to 'pay a visit'?"

“Of course.” Uchiha Hikaru answered without hesitation, his tone casual, as if he were visiting an ordinary neighbor rather than the residence of the head of Konoha’s number one clan.

She knew that Menma never refused such 'unexpected fun', and besides, she was indeed curious about this era and about this clansman who shared the same surname and bloodline as her but lived on a different timeline.

I'm curious about how that guy named Fugaku trained Itachi, the man who annihilated the Uchiha clan, and how he led the Uchiha clan to their destruction.

"Whatever you want." Menma said succinctly. For him, anything that could stir up the stagnant waters of the ninja world and bring more variables was something he was happy to see.

The two figures flashed, like ghosts blending into the night, and in the next moment they appeared deep in the Uchiha clan territory, in the courtyard of Uchiha Fugaku's mansion.

The mansion was still brightly lit, and the warm light shone through the paper windows, outlining a cozy silhouette inside.

The door creaked open from the inside.

"Who is it so late..." A gentle female voice came from inside. Uchiha Mikoto was wearing a casual kimono and had a kind smile on her face. She thought it was one of the clan's ninjas who had come to visit late at night.

When she saw the two figures standing outside the door, her smile froze slightly.

One person was dressed in a black robe and wore a white three-eyed fox mask, while the other was a beautiful and elegant young girl.

Mikoto Uchiha was very familiar with this mask; her husband kept Shura's wanted poster in his study.

"Please forgive me for disturbing you so late at night." Uchiha's voice was cool, yet carried a perfectly appropriate hint of apology.

As the wife of the Uchiha clan leader, Mikoto possesses remarkable mental fortitude. Moreover, she is also a ninja and was once a Jonin of Konoha. Although she has been retired for many years and stays at home to take care of her husband and children, her ninja intuition tells her that the two people in front of her are unfathomably powerful!

However, the two did not seem to have any ill intentions, and Mikoto Uchiha did not feel the sense of danger that one would expect from a battlefield.

"You're here to see Fugaku, right? He's in the living room." She sighed, stepped aside, and led the two into the house.

Young Sasuke Uchiha peeked out from the living room, curiously observing the two uninvited guests, his large, dark eyes filled with wonder.

"Mom, who is it?" Sasuke's childish voice rang out. "It's a guest, Sasuke. Come back inside and stay here." Mikoto replied with a smile, gesturing for Sasuke to go back, and then led Menma and Uchiha Hikaru into the living room.

Inside the living room, Fugaku Uchiha sat in the main seat, flipping through a scroll of clan affairs.

He keenly sensed the movement outside the door, and when he looked up and saw the two people walking in behind Mikoto, especially 'Shura' wearing a white three-eyed fox mask, an ominous premonition instantly struck him.

Shura!

This guy!

They attacked the Hyuga clan just a few days ago, and now they've reappeared in the village, brazenly entering their own mansion?!
Fugaku Uchiha could not hide the shock on his face.

Then he looked intently at another girl.

They were shocked to discover that the other person's clothes bore the Uchiha clan crest, and the style of the clothes did indeed have the characteristics of the Uchiha clan.

The two locked eyes, and Fugaku Uchiha instinctively activated his Mangekyou Sharingan.

However, the next second, the eyes of the mysterious girl in front of him suddenly changed. In her dark pupils, three tomoe spun rapidly. Then, the shapes of the tomoe connected with each other, transforming into three arc-shaped blades that bloomed around the pupils!

Mangekyō Sharingan!

"How is this possible!" Fugaku's pupils contracted sharply.

In an instant, he was pulled into Uchiha Hikaru's 'Tsukuyomi world'.

"You! Who exactly are you?!" Fugaku Uchiha exclaimed, seeing the drastic change in the surrounding space. He also released his eye power in an attempt to fight back.

A pure contest of eye power, silent yet breathtaking.

Uchiha Hikaru's 'Tsukuyomi World' experienced a slight distortion, but quickly stabilized.

In contrast, Fugaku's eyes were bleeding, and he staggered and fell to the ground.

"You are... the person Shisui was talking about?!" Fugaku Uchiha gasped for breath, feeling the other's eye power surge like a tsunami, fiercely suppressing his Mangekyou Sharingan! He suddenly remembered the mysterious enemy Shisui encountered in the Land of Stars half a year ago.

Fugaku Uchiha's consciousness was gradually swallowed up by the boundless darkness.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but when he opened his eyes again, he was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat.

Shura and the mysterious girl were already seated, and his wife, Mikoto, was pouring tea for them.

"What's wrong, Fugaku?" Mikoto noticed her husband's unusual expression and asked with concern.

Sasuke, who was playing with his toys nearby, also looked over curiously.

Fugaku was breathing heavily, his eyes still stinging slightly. With just one glance, he had been instantly killed by his opponent!
If the other party truly intended to kill, he probably wouldn't be able to see Mikoto and Sasuke by now.

The overwhelming sense of oppression he felt just now made him vaguely see the shadow of Madara Uchiha!
"Who exactly are you?" Fugaku's gaze was fixed on the girl opposite him, and on Shura, who was leisurely holding a teacup beside him.

He was certain that there was no such person in the current generation of the Uchiha clan.

“According to seniority…” Uchiha Hikaru counted on his fingers: “You should call me great-great-grandmother… great-great-great-grandmother…”

More than three hundred years, fifteen generations apart, and countless overlapping generations.

(End of this chapter)