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

Chapter 168 The family's magnanimity is nothing more than this.
Itachi's target is Uchiha Inahi, who has spoken the most vicious words and made the most blatant threats!

Daohuo felt a chilling, bone-chilling killing intent instantly lock onto him!

Before he could even form a hand seal, he saw a hand carrying a sharp gust of wind rapidly enlarging in front of him!
The speed was so fast that even his Sharingan, which he was so proud of, was momentarily slowed down!
boom!
A dull thud!

Itachi's right palm, imbued with violent chakra and boundless rage, was firmly imprinted on Inahisa's chest!

The force was so great that Inahisa's sternum emitted a teeth-grinding groan!
He was as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding carriage. His feet left the ground, he spat out a mouthful of blood mist, and his body flew backward like a broken sack!

"Inabi!" Tetsuka was both shocked and furious. He instantly drew his kunai, which pierced the air with a sharp whistling sound and went straight for Itachi's back!

However, Itachi seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. His action of knocking Inahi away was not delayed at all. His body twisted strangely at an impossible angle, and Tetsuka's sure-fire thrust missed in an instant!
At the same time, Itachi's left leg swept backward like a steel whip, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air!
Snapped!
The leg shadow struck the wrist of the Ironfire Kunai with perfect precision!

A sharp pain shot through him, and the kunai flew out of his hand! Tiehuo groaned, his body staggering backward from the force of the impact!

"Arrogant!" Uchiha Eighth Hokage roared, finally realizing what was happening, and his hands rapidly formed hand seals!
Chakra gathered at his fingertips! He couldn't tolerate such insolence from a junior!
However, Itachi's movements were faster and more ruthless!
The moment he repelled the iron fire, he didn't pause and pounced on the eighth generation who had just regained his footing, as if it were a persistent affliction!

Those usually calm and serene black eyes were now burning with a terrifying scarlet light!
The three jet-black tomoe spun wildly, transforming into a cold and eerie complex pattern—the Mangekyou Sharingan!
The terrifying power of the eyes erupted like a tangible tide!
An invisible mental shock, accompanied by a chilling killing intent, crashed violently into Yatsushiro's sea of ​​consciousness!
The eighth generation's hand seals froze instantly!
Itachi Uchiha's three-tomoe Sharingan pressure pressed down on him like a mountain, causing him to feel a stinging pain and dizziness even with his proud three-tomoe Sharingan!

It was as if his very soul had been frozen by the crimson pattern! He stared in horror at those eyes, so close to his, eyes that belonged to the legendary power, and for the first time, he felt the threat of death emanating from Itachi!

Just as Itachi's fist, imbued with violent chakra, was about to strike the Eighth Hokage's face!
An even larger, heavier, and more overwhelming pressure descended upon the entire courtyard without warning!

The air seemed to freeze instantly!

The falling maple leaves were suspended in mid-air!

That oppressive aura carried the unquestionable authority of the clan leader and an absolute suppressive force originating from the depths of his bloodline. Like an invisible giant hand, it instantly restrained Itachi's violent actions and also calmed the shocked and furious Yatsushiro and Tetsuka!
"stop!"

A deep, authoritative voice, brimming with thunderous fury, boomed at the doorway!
Uchiha Fugaku's tall figure appeared at the end of the corridor.

He wore a dark chieftain's robe, his face was ashen, and his eyes, like cold blades, swept across the messy courtyard.

Daohuo, spitting blood and collapsing to the ground; Tiehuo, with swollen wrists and a pale face; and Yashiro, locked on by the Mangekyou Sharingan, standing frozen in horror.

Finally, his Mangekyou Sharingan, which contained the same crimson light and had a slowly rotating windmill pattern, stared intently at the center of the courtyard, at his son, Uchiha Itachi, whose body exuded a violent aura and whose fist was still in front of the Eighth Hokage's nose.

"Itachi!" Fugaku's voice was as cold as ice, each word heavy as a thousand pounds, filled with deep disappointment and rage. "Tell me! Why did you treat your own clansmen so cruelly?!"

Itachi awakened the Kaleidoscope Sharingan under these circumstances, and as a father, he was very happy.

But as the clan leader, he was disappointed that Itachi used the Mangekyou Sharingan to fight his clansmen.

The clan leader's imposing aura struck Itachi's heart like a heavy hammer.

The father's question was like another cold dagger, piercing the heart of the weasel, which was still burning with rage.

Disappointed?

The undisguised disappointment in his father's eyes was more chilling and suffocating than the malicious suspicions of the Eighth Generations!

why?
Why even the father...?

Can't you see his pain?
Can't we see his anger when he's been driven to the brink?
Do you only see the consequences of his attacks on his own people?

Seeing the cold, heavy disappointment in his father's eyes, the disheveled rice smoldering on the ground, the burning hatred in Tekkaman's eyes, and the lingering horror and humiliation on Yatsushiro's face, an indescribable sense of desolation and immense loneliness, like a cold tide, instantly overwhelmed all the anger in Itachi Uchiha's heart.

He slowly lowered his clenched fist, which had been standing in front of Yatsushiro.

The violent chakra around him quickly receded and subsided like a receding tide.

The Mangekyou Sharingan, which had just been burning with scarlet flames and spinning eerily, quickly dimmed, turning back into an unfathomable black.

But within that blackness, there was no longer the tranquility of the past, only a weariness that had been completely frozen and a deep-seated alienation.

He looked around the familiar courtyard, at the faces of his clansmen, some angry, some surprised, and some disappointed.

This was once the home he desperately wanted to protect.

At this moment, it feels so unfamiliar, so suffocating.

Suspicion is like a poisonous vine, anger easily ignites war, and narrow-mindedness cannot tolerate any dissent or anyone trying to find a way out.

"Why?" Itachi's voice rang out, no longer angry, no longer agitated, as calm as a frozen lake, yet carrying a chilling coldness that pierced the heart.

“Father, you should ask them why they use the most malicious suspicions to tarnish my friendship with Zhishui and to trample on my position.”

He raised his head slightly, his gaze no longer fixed on the rice fire and iron fire on the ground, but looking past them towards the sky outside the courtyard, which was surrounded by high walls and seemed particularly oppressive.

The voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, carrying a resolute air of severing ties with the past:

"The Uchiha clan's capacity for tolerance... is too low. So low that they cannot tolerate trust, so low that they will only head towards destruction through suspicion and internal strife."

He withdrew his gaze and took one last deep look at his father, Fugaku.

That look in his eyes was incredibly complex, filled with pain, resentment, and an unbreakable bond, but ultimately it all transformed into a cold, unwavering determination.

"I will investigate Shisui's disappearance in my own way... and find out the truth!"

After saying that, Itachi stopped looking at anyone.

He turned around, the hem of his dark blue tribal robe tracing a cold, hard arc.

With steady steps and without the slightest hesitation, he stepped over the golden fallen leaves and headed straight for the gate of the mansion.

His silhouette cast a long, solitary shadow in the autumn sunlight.

He didn't look back.

The courtyard was left in complete silence.

As Fugaku watched his son's resolute departure, the windmill pattern in his Mangekyou Sharingan slowly turned, and beneath his solemn and dignified face, a turbulent undercurrent that no one could see surged.

'Those eyes…' Yashiro and Tetsuka struggled to their feet, exchanging bewildered glances with Inahisa.

The heavy sound of the door closing echoed for a long time in the empty and oppressive courtyard.

(End of this chapter)