Being in Konoha, a disgrace to the Uchiha clan.

I'm not going to say anything. I just feel like something is stuck in my chest, making me feel suffocated.

What is my status? I, Uchiha Fugaku, am the most lowly existence in this family.

Fugaku Uchiha lowered his head, picked up a rice ball, threw it into his mouth, and chewed mechanically.

A gust of cold wind blew by, making him look desolate and forlorn.

Ok?

Who's playing music outside?

Didn't I already shut down the family's "band" a long time ago?

Ye Feng is back, and the band has restarted?

But please, why is the music you're playing so mournful?

Soul pale!

Just then, Ye Feng's voice rang out.

"Onii-san, where's Itachi?"

"Huh?" Fugaku was taken aback, but sighed after realizing what was happening.

"Itachi joined the Anbu and should be on a mission right now. I tried to persuade him, but I couldn't."

"You're such a worry!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sasuke, who was standing to the side, became unhappy.

"No, my brother is a genius of the clan. He graduated from the Ninja Academy at the age of 8 and is now a Chunin."

"Moreover, I feel that his strength is even greater than that of a Chunin, and he might already be a Jonin!"

Sasuke boasted with a proud expression, as if he were proud of his older brother's greatness.

However, at that moment, Ye Feng lazily said something.

"I defeated the Third Hokage in one move, how do you explain that?"

Sasuke's face stiffened, and he stopped talking, lowering his head to continue eating. The resentment in his heart could not be washed away even by pouring out the waters of the four seas.

Damn it!

Who can compare to a pervert like you!

The Hokage was the strongest Hokage in history, yet he was seriously injured by Ye Feng's kick, a scene witnessed by countless people in the village.

Is the Hokage really the strongest?

This second uncle, who has always bullied me and harbors a grudge against me for stealing my clothes, is becoming increasingly terrifying in strength.

It's unbearable to repair!

The humiliation of having my clothes stolen, the shame of three years ago—I don't know when I'll be able to wash it away.

I've decided that after I finish eating, I'm going to swing my shuriken a thousand times.

I, Uchiha Sasuke, will one day defeat this despicable guy before me.

That is my goal, my ninja way!

"Did Itachi join the Anbu after all?"

"You're really giving me, your uncle, a lot of trouble!"

Ye Feng shook his head and sighed.

He paused, then remembered something else.

"Where's that idiot Zhishui?"

"Shisui?" Fugaku Uchiha was taken aback upon hearing this, frowned and thought for a moment before speaking.

"That guy Shisui... uh, he's always acting mysterious, coming and going in the blink of an eye. I have no idea what he's doing."

"He moved too fast, there wasn't even time for (Mama Zhao) to ask."

"However, Itachi is quite close to him. Why don't you ask Itachi?"

Why are you always coming and going in a flash, becoming so mysterious?

What else is there to ask?

He was definitely worried about the country and its people, deeply concerned about the future of the Uchiha clan, to the point that his pitiful brain cells could barely keep up.

Everyone was completely stunned!

The geniuses of the Uchiha clan are all problem children!

As their uncle, it's my responsibility to kick them awake and beat them awake!

After finishing his meal, Maple arrived at his courtyard on the night of 1729.

Wearing the new wooden clogs that Mikoto Uchiha had bought for him, and the new robe that Mikoto had also bought for him, with the new longsword that Mikoto had bought for him at his waist, he stood quietly with his hands behind his back under the moonlight.

The next moment, he curled his lips into a smile, and without turning his head, said casually.

"You're here?"

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The sword is of little use.

Ye Feng wasn't some kind of sword master; he wore a sword at his waist purely for decoration.

The wide robe would only affect the speed of his attack, while the wooden clogs would affect the power of his kicks.

But none of that matters.

Or perhaps Ye Feng no longer cares that much.

Because at his level, there are few things that are worth his full effort; being handsome is the only eternal thing.

"As expected of you!"

"Uchiha Yefeng!"

The voice just fell.

With a "whoosh!" sound, a figure appeared in the courtyard.

He has short black hair, a round nose, and a face with a hint of compassion. His eyes also burn with a flame called the "Will of Fire".

He clenched his fists and slowly walked towards Ye Feng, exuding an aura of righteous indignation and fearlessness.

The one who arrived was none other than Uchiha Shisui, who had earned the title of "Shisui of the Body Flicker" on the battlefield.

"Tsk tsk, three years have passed, and you haven't changed a bit, Shisui!"

Ye Feng turned around and looked over casually and lazily.

You're the one who's young, you bastard!

Stared at by Ye Feng, Uchiha Shisui recalled the scene from three years ago when he was kicked.

It seems like there's a dull ache in my lower body again.

Three years have passed. Although the injuries from that year have long since healed, the shadow they left behind is something he can never forget for the rest of his life.

447 Ye Feng continued to tease him.

"By the way, Shisui, I forgot to ask you, when you were relieving yourself, were you standing or squatting?"

Gan!

It's unbearable to repair!

Soul pale!

Uchiha Shisui, who had finally managed to calm himself down, exploded in anger upon hearing these words.

That damned Uchiha Yefeng, why does he always bring up the most sensitive topics?

He had sealed away the memories of that period, but Ye Feng's mention of it broke the seal.

Who knows what terrible things he went through?

Severely injured and wrapped in bandages, feeling an emptiness in both his body and soul, he felt like dying at that moment.

If it weren't for the "Will of Fire" sustaining him, allowing him to see a glimmer of light in the darkness, he probably would have already thrown himself into the Nanga River.

Humiliation filled his chest, and what terrified him even more was that during the period when he lost his dignity, he discovered that his body was undergoing some chilling changes.

First, his beard stopped growing.

Then, his voice began to become high-pitched.

Finally, what drove him almost mad was that, just as Ye Feng had said, when he went to relieve himself, he could only do so in a humiliating manner...

Gan!

In short, the past is too painful to recall.

It's all tears when I talk about it.

Taking a deep breath, Uchiha Shisui's chest heaved for a while before he finally calmed down a little.

He looked at Ye Feng, his voice trembling, and offered his heartfelt advice with sorrow and regret.

"Uchiha Yoru, stop!"

"Really, there are police everywhere outside... uh, no, you won't have a good ending if you continue like this."

"Look at you! You've only just returned, and you've already injured the Hokage and caused such chaos in the village."

"Do you even realize how deep the conflict between the Uchiha clan and the village is right now? Your actions will plunge the Uchiha clan into the abyss of darkness!"

"Uchiha Yoru, stop going against the village and stop provoking the Hokage and the others."

"Please think about the future of your family, about those innocent villagers, about..."

"Enough!" Ye Feng interrupted Uchiha Shisui.