Yuu Uchiha is not Itachi

Since the lightning strike that day, our family has developed the habit of resolutely not standing with me during thunderstorms (...).As the saying goes, life is like a play, all depends on acting skills.In Itachi's eyes these days, except for the inexplicable things they sometimes say, Fugaku is still that Fugaku, and Mikoto is still that Mikoto.No one but me can see at all that they have changed the core.

Since I didn't correct Itachi's misunderstanding, Itachi continued to do what he thought was a good brother during lunch.Miqin's rotten girl nature was brought into full play. While eating, she watched this behavior named brotherly love, and smiled very ambiguously. Fuyue ate the food, and coughed twice from time to time to signal us to pay attention to it with the patriarch's barbaric spirit. .

"Xiaoyou, eat more."

Itachi automatically picked up one of his favorite three-color balls and put them in my bowl.

"Brother, I'll do it myself."

Putting the ball into his mouth, he just wanted to take this opportunity to give Itachi an ideological education about being a good brother, but because he was too anxious to speak, the sticky and sweet ball slipped into the esophagus, so——

"Cough cough cough..."

Trying to cough up the balls, I asked Itachi for help with my eyes.

"Eat slowly, drink water quickly."

Itachi patted me on the back intimately, brought water to my lips for me to drink... However, because of this intimate action, the tragedy just happened——

The water did not play a lubricating role, but instead made the balls more sticky and stuck to my throat. My throat was so sweet that it made it difficult to breathe.And Itachi's smooth movement, I managed to move the ball a little bit, and let you move it back, do you think you want me to spit it out or let me swallow it?

It’s not that I said that the boss who makes three-color meatballs is really too real. Why do you put so much glutinous rice?And deliberately made it sticky, sweet and greasy, white sugar doesn't cost money?Is it easy for the farmer uncles who grow sugar cane and the worker uncles to make sugar? They really don't know the sufferings of the working people!It's so sticky, why do you want to press it into a cake to make a sticky mouse board?This is good, if you don't stick to a mouse, you will stick me to death first, be careful I will turn into a ghost and go to the Consumer Association to sue you... Maybe you are an assassin sent by some country, pretending to be the boss selling meatballs, intending to stick Dead Uchiha clan, you have ulterior motives, you!

While cursing the boss who sells meatballs, I looked at the nympho Miqin with tears in my eyes, trying to get her to save me.Facts have proved that I really underestimated the ability of the rotten girl. She looked at me directly, her pupils were slack, and she was completely in the beautiful world of YY, unwilling to extricate herself.I had no choice but to send a message to Fuyue, who was so tangled up in his facial expression, and signaled him to help me, but I didn't expect him to just say: "Eat carefully and eat slowly", and there was no more content.

Just when I thought I was going to choke to death, the "suspected murder weapon" was finally swallowed by me.Itachi picked up another ball and tried to stuff it into my mouth, but I hurriedly waved my hand and refused, coughing endlessly.

"Cough, cough, cough... brother, don't... don't want it, cough..."

"Xiaoyou, open your mouth..."

"Hmm...cough cough, bro..."

Miqin suddenly fell to the ground bleeding from all seven orifices...

Fuyue hurriedly picked up Miqin and asked nervously, "Honey, what's wrong with you, wife?"

So, the lunch ended with Mikoto's death (...?) Fugaku's surprise (...?) Itachi hugging me who was blushing and smiling gently (...?).

It is said that a gust of wind woke up my nap dream, and itachi had left at some point.Touching the neatly folded quilt next to him, it is obvious that he got up early and didn't wake me up, presumably he went to practice shuriken with Shisui again.

Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I'm going to Shisui's house to find Itachi.As soon as I walked to the entrance, I found Fuyue's shoes there, and besides this pair of shoes, there was another pair of men's shoes!

When Fuyue was at home, the police department would often call home when there was business to find him, and few people came to the door, and even if someone came, they would not enter the main house.Because Fuyue is the patriarch of the Uchiha clan after all, it is very impolite for the Uchiha clan to enter the patriarch's house at will, unless it is a distinguished guest invited by Fuyue.So now this pair of shoes proves that the person who came this time is definitely not a simple character.

Out of curiosity, I walked towards the living room.

"Excuse me, is there anything you need to order this time?"

Fu Yue's solemn voice came from the living room.He must be wearing the Uchiha family's signature paralyzed expression now, turning on a brain comparable to a Core quad-core to conduct official conversations with visitors.

"There are indeed some things... the one who eavesdropped outside is your young master?"

This sounds so familiar...

This is not the point, the point is that this is the home of the young master, so what is it for the young master to eavesdrop?No, this young master walked over in an aboveboard manner, okay?

I pushed open the door with a serious face, and saw Mikoto and Fugaku Weijin sitting on the tatami mats, facing a handsome young man (the fog was very thick)... I looked familiar, oh, yes, he was the one who was in the clan that day At the banquet, a crazy man who called himself a kite.

"We meet again."

Tobi greeted me politely.

"You know this lord?" Fu Yue's eyes flashed with surprise.

"Ah, we met on the night of the family banquet. He said his name was Yuan."

In order not to lose face to the Uchiha family, I walked to sit next to Fuyue very calmly, and took a sip from the teacup in front of him.

Mikoto quietly leaned into my ear and asked me. "Do you know what A Fei's Japanese Hong Kong translation is?"

"I know that the Chinese translation is not enough."

"A Fei's Hong Kong translation is kite!"

"Pfft~~~"

Hearing this explosive fact, I sprayed the tea directly on Kite's face without swallowing, not a single drop wasted, and nothing wasted.

A black line appeared on Yuan's face, and the corners of her smiling mouth twitched slightly.

"He, he, he..."

I shivered and held the teacup to him for a long time, but didn't say anything more.

Fuyue is really worthy of being a lawyer, with a flexible mind and a flexible mind. At that time, she made a big apology. It released a dazzling light like an invincible plug-in, and it was still chanting incessantly——

"I rely on this to be the ultimate boss Uchiha Madara. It's not as old, ugly, and perverted as in the AB manga! Not only is it glamorous and beautiful, but the skin is also good. Hey, brother, you have lived at least ten times... ...How have you taken care of your skin for so many years, did you eat Tang Monk meat? Sure enough, the Uchiha is rich in handsome men..."

This time it was Tobi's turn, oh no, Madara was frightened.

"That...no need, wipe it..."

"Ah, I have to wipe it clean, I'm so sorry..."

"Really, no need..."

"You are so polite, you must wipe it!"

"I said, don't wipe it!"

Madara's face was tangled, Fu Yue just glanced at Mikoto lightly, his eyes were filled with tenderness, Mikoto immediately retreated to my side and continued to be a quiet little woman.

Fuyue nodded slightly. "You said that you have something to do this time, so what is it?"

"Actually, it's not a big deal..." Seeing that the crisis was over, Madara also changed back to a gentle and gentle look, and from time to time, during the conversation, she would... cast ambiguous little eyes at me? "In fact, I like your son very much, and I intend to take him to practice..."

"You mean you're taking Yu away?"

In fact, Fuyue's enunciation is really clear, but our second ancestor misheard again.

"Yes."

"But..." Fu Yue glanced at me, with a hesitant tone. "It's his blessing that you like our child, but he is still too young and his body hasn't grown up yet. It will be very troublesome if you take him away now."

"You're right." Madara thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "But I really like this kid."

Fuyue gently ruffled my hair. "Yu, are you willing to go with Madara-sama?"

"What's the benefit of walking with him?" I looked at Madara very seriously.

"I will make you strong." When he said these words, Madara suddenly remembered that day when the child suddenly asked him why he wanted to become stronger. If he asked him again, how should he answer?

"Why get stronger?"

Sure enough, the problem reappeared.

Madara was thinking about how to answer, but unexpectedly, the figure of her younger brother Quanna appeared in her mind without warning.This smiling child is the love of his life, but... Thinking of this, Madara felt a sharp sourness in his heart, and his eyes didn't know where to go.

"Because...you must have the strength to protect the people you want to protect."

"Protection, someone who wants to protect..."

I murmured and repeated.

Itachi, you are working so hard, do you also have this idea?

"So, you have to become strong enough so that the people you want to protect won't get hurt." Having said that, Madara's eyes darkened again and again.

"I'll go with you." Because, I like this reason.

Madara smiled in satisfaction, but he didn't know that this would be the one thing he regretted the most.

"I don't know what the two of you mean?"

Fu Yue looked at me, then turned to Madara and said, "I respect the child's opinion."

"Me too." Mikoto gently held my hand, her smile was full of tenderness.

"Then, two years later, when he is 7 years old, I will pick him up again." Madara looked at me with some admiration in his eyes. "Please rest assured, I will definitely take good care of your young master and make him a real strong man."

"Then Madara-sama, Inuzi will trouble you." Fu Yue nodded again.

"It won't be troublesome, after all, your son's qualifications are obvious to all." Madara continued to be polite.

Fu Yue frowned slightly.He wanted to ask Madara very much, our eldest son's aptitude is nothing to say, but this kid has no signs of ninjutsu except taijutsu (can fight), are you really sure it's Yuu or Itachi?

I looked at Mikoto with a gentle face and Fuyue who hesitated to speak, but the countdown started in my heart.

There are only two years and six months left with Itachi.