The Uchiha clan, as the clan's headquarters, is not as lively as it was many years ago, and the streets are a little deserted.
Most of the tribesmen live in the prosperous areas of the village, and young people prefer high-rise apartments with property management to old-fashioned single-family courtyards.
A father and son walked on the moss-covered stone road, passed through the twists and turns of the courtyard, and arrived at the deep courtyard.
The young Uchiha girl was cleaning the courtyard and bowed slightly when she saw the father and son.
"Lord Fugaku."
The three-year-old child in the man's hands looked at the sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl curiously. The tear trough on his face was eye-catching, and he turned to look at his father again.
"Is the teacher at home?" Fugaku asked.
"Yes." The girl smiled brightly and said, "Grandma, the patriarch, has just finished her daily practice and is waiting for the guests. I will go and inform you."
grandmother?
The face of a kind old woman naturally appeared in the little boy's mind.
The girl said, threw away the broom before Fugaku could answer, and ran into the house happily.
After a while, he returned and asked the father and son to follow him.
Walking all the way through the deep corridor, stepping on the slightly old wooden boards, as the doors opened one after another, we arrived at the solemn dojo.
On both sides of the dojo, there are a variety of swords and ninja tools lined up, and a huge hanging banner has the word "Thunder" written on it.
The three-year-old boy already knows many words.
Thunder shakes the heaven and earth, dragons and snakes sting, and rain falls on the grass and trees in the countryside.
But I still can't understand such a small poem. I just feel that there is a cold and murderous aura as dazzling as thunder in the writing.
He doesn't seem to be a very gentle person.
The little boy looked at the woman sitting in meditation with her eyes closed in the dojo.
She was wearing a traditional Uchiha female uniform, with dark black, blue and white colors. She had pale wavy long hair that was spread around her body. She had a young face that looked like she was in her twenties. Although she was young, she couldn't hide her...
Mature through the vicissitudes of life brought about by experience, with an Uchiha-style arrogance and coolness in her aloofness.
The little boy thought he looked very familiar. He seemed to see this expression and attitude often.
Yes, my father always had such a serious expression on his face.
Seemingly noticing the curious look in the little boy's eyes, the woman opened her eyes, and her unique four-leaf clover-like eyes, like petals, began to rotate slowly in her eye sockets.
It's like being able to see through yourself.
"Call Grandma Zhili quickly!"
Kneeling down with his son, the man urged.
grandmother...
It's a bit inappropriate to call such a young sister grandma.
He looks younger than his father.
However, the little boy is very obedient.
"Grandma Chili."
He shouted obediently.
It was obvious that the air suddenly became a few degrees colder.
Feeling the chill and the standing hairs, the little boy was a little scared and did not dare to look more curiously.
"What's the matter?" Zhili said indifferently, his words were as cold as ice.
"Teacher..." Fugaku said, "I brought my dog to see you."
Jiri looked at Fugaku with a half-smile.
"Teacher..." Seeing this, Fugaku said bravely: "This is Itachi. I'm here to beg you to accept him as your disciple."
"It's too early," said Zhili.
The child is still too young and his bones haven't grown yet.
"Teacher!" Fugaku said a little anxiously: "This kid Itachi is different from me. He is a real genius. He can learn the powerful fireball technique just by watching me perform it once. He has not awakened the Sharingan yet."
There is a saying, Jiri said: "The Uchiha clan has no shortage of geniuses."
Zhili looked at Itachi and said, "The title of genius doesn't mean anything."
Itachi clenched his fists slightly and lowered his head.
The first blow in my life came so suddenly, and my young mind was a little shadowed.
"Times have changed..." Zhili said: "This talent is not enough to widen the gap with those hard-working children. With the help of the ninjutsu tactical device, I just learned the ninjutsu immediately and caught one by one in the village.
A lot of it.”
Looking at Fugaku, Jiri said: "What Uchiha's future needs is not a genius, but a sage who can lead the people to move forward correctly. Force is not everything."
Zhili looked at Itachi and said, "This child is socially anxious and his personality is not suitable for him."
Itachi's head pressed lower.
horrible!
Grandma is so scary!
"Teacher!" Fugaku said a little unwillingly.
The teacher has no descendants and has never planned to get married. All the men in the clan are self-aware and none of them are brave. In the end, the position of clan leader still has to be chosen from among the clan members.
If the teacher is here, even though I am his disciple, I have basically no hope of succeeding him.
Therefore, there are many competitors.
"teacher!"
Just when Fugaku was about to say something more, the door of the dojo opened, and then an energetic young old man walked in with a young man.
As soon as he came in, the old man opened his mouth and said with a smile: "Sister Zhili..."
Glancing at the old man, Zhili replied with a cold face: "Gui'an, Brother Jing."
Beside the mirror, an eleven or twelve-year-old boy looked around openly and curiously.
"Shisui!" He slapped the boy on the back of the head, and Jing scolded seriously: "Call grandma!"
"Hello, grandma!" the young man shouted loudly and energetically, without any hint of shyness.
Zhili's eyebrows jumped.
This one, that one, all of them, not caring about the girl's mood at all.
Without waiting for Zhili to greet him, Old Man Jing pulled Shisui and sat down calmly, saying, "Sister, I have something to ask you this time."
"Brother Jing..." Zhili said without saying anything, "I haven't seen you in recent years, and my spirits are getting better and better."
My skin is getting thicker and thicker.
"It's completely different from when I was young."
Old Man Jing laughed and said, "You are young, so I have put it aside, so I won't mention those things anymore."
It's not good to mention the beating by my sister in front of my grandson.
Fugaku was a little anxious. It was only when he got the news that he took his son to Zhili in a hurry.
This shameless thing is really here.
Teach your grandson yourself!
"So..." Jiri looked at Shisui.
The young calf was not afraid of tigers and looked at Zhili openly.
"What do you want from me?"
Zhili asked.
"This kid is my grandson, Shisui." Old Man Jing said with some pride: "Ming Jing Shisui is the first in this class. In the same class is White Fang's son Kakashi, who won the first place due to his improved teleportation
How about the name of the technique: instant body and water stopping."
"Mingjing Zhishui, it's a good name." Zhili said, "It just doesn't fit with his personality."
At first glance, he looks like a typical Uchiha, the one who is particularly easy to fall for.
Shisui blinked, not understanding, and said: "Grandma, the school said that I am calm and prudent in situations, meticulous in my work, and have a cheerful and gentle personality."
Why doesn't it match up with Ming Jing Shisui?
Zhili smiled. It is normal for young people to be angry, especially for a kid of eleven or twelve years old.
At this age, Zhili dared to fight Madara in a duel.
"My lord, you have no right to speak." Old Man Jing slapped Zhishui on the head.
Shisui held his head in pain.
"Sister Zhili, what do you think? Accept this kid as your disciple. I won't embarrass you." Old Man Jing said with a smile: "Please."
It's not impossible. Zhili looked at the two imps, one big and one small.
Anyway, idle is idle.
"Just you two, come to me tomorrow and report on time." Zhili said.
Eh?
Itachi raised his head in surprise, is it still mine?