Chapter 131: Fugaku Clan Head’s Great-great-great-grandmother’s Milk
Itachi Uchiha’s gaze instantly returned to calm. He turned around, facing Kakashi wearing the White Cat Mask, and reported in a steady tone: “Senior Kakashi, all surveillance screens currently show normal activity. Izumi Uchiha returned to the clan territory at 21:30, appearing slightly fatigued but with no abnormal chakra fluctuations. The activities of the other clan members are the same as usual.”
He deliberately omitted his guesses about the reason for Izumi’s fatigue, stating only objective facts.
Kakashi nodded, asking no further questions, as if already accustomed to this.
He stood up, patted Itachi Uchiha’s shoulder, and said in a low voice: “Stay vigilant. Don’t overlook any disturbance. This village needs us to protect it.”
“Yes.” Itachi Uchiha replied with a brief nod, watching Kakashi’s figure leave the room.
Although the Anbu surveillance room was generally manned by two people, Kakashi’s lazy personality made it impossible for him to stay in this small room all night.
Moreover, since Hokage-sama trusted Itachi Uchiha enough to let him access the Anbu surveillance room, Kakashi simply gave Itachi Uchiha some time alone.
Once the surveillance room door closed, Itachi Uchiha turned his gaze back to the constantly changing screens. The night was deep, the village still asleep, but before his eyes, the air seemed to be filled with an invisible scent of gunpowder.
At the same time, inside the Uchiha Clan Territory.
Soft moonlight sprinkled on the ancient eaves of the Uchiha Clan Territory, adding a touch of tranquility to this usually strict area.
Uchiha Hikari and Menma stood on the rooftop, watching Izumi Uchiha, who had emerged from the ‘Night of the Uchiha Clan Downfall of Infinite Reincarnation,’ enter the clan territory full of fatigue, like a startled little deer afraid that Itachi Uchiha with a bloodied ninja sword might suddenly lunge from the side.
“Speaking of which, the clan head’s family in this era should be quite interesting, right?” On the rooftop, Uchiha Hikari’s voice was lazy yet tinged with interest.
She turned her head to look at Menma beside her, draped in a Black Robe, cape fluttering in the wind, wearing the White Three-Eyed Fox Mask.
Excitement flickered in Uchiha Hikari’s eyes—that unique Uchiha desire for power and challenges.
“What.” Menma chuckled lightly, with a hint of playfulness: “You want to ‘visit’?”
“Of course.” Uchiha Hikari answered without hesitation, her tone casual, as if visiting ordinary neighbors rather than the clan head mansion of Konoha’s foremost family.
She knew Menma never refused such ‘unexpected fun,’ and besides, she was indeed curious about the clan members of this era—those with the same surname and bloodline as her, yet living on a different timeline.
Curious how the guy named Fugaku had raised Uchiha Massacre Itachi, and how he had led the Uchiha Clan to downfall.
“As you wish.” Menma replied concisely. For him, anything that could stir the stagnant waters of the ninja world and bring more variables was something he welcomed.
Their figures flashed, like ghosts merging into the night. The next moment, they appeared deep in the Uchiha Clan Territory, in the courtyard of Uchiha Fugaku’s mansion.
The mansion’s lights were still on, warm light filtering through the paper windows, outlining cozy silhouettes inside.
The door creaked open from within.
“So late… who is it…” A gentle female voice came. Uchiha Mikoto, wearing a home kimono, smiled kindly on her face, thinking it was some late-returning ninja from the clan visiting.
When she saw the two figures standing outside, her smile slightly froze.
One was draped in a black robe, wearing a White Three-Eyed Fox Mask, while the other was a girl with clear, beautiful features and outstanding demeanor.
Uchiha Mikoto was very familiar with this mask—her husband’s study had Shura’s wanted poster.
“Apologies for disturbing you so late at night.” The voice was cool yet carried just the right touch of regret.
As the wife of the Uchiha Clan Head, Mikoto had strong composure. Moreover, she was a ninja, once a Konoha jonin. Though retired for years to care for her husband and raise children, her ninja instincts told her that the strength of these two before her was immeasurable!
But they seemed to harbor no malice; Uchiha Mikoto felt no sense of crisis like being on a battlefield.
“You’re here for Fugaku, right? He’s in the living room.” She sighed, stepping aside to let them in.
The young Sasuke Uchiha poked his head out from the living room, curiously eyeing these unexpected guests, his dark eyes full of curiosity.
“Mom, who is it?” Sasuke’s childish voice rang out.
“Guests, Sasuke. Go back to your room.” Mikoto smiled in response, gesturing for Sasuke to return, then led Menma and Uchiha Hikari into the living room.
In the living room, Uchiha Fugaku sat in the main seat, perusing a clan affairs scroll.
He keenly noticed the movement outside the door. When he looked up and saw the two entering behind Mikoto—especially ‘Shura’ wearing the White Three-Eyed Fox Mask—a foreboding premonition instantly surged in his heart.
Shura!
This guy!
He had just attacked the Hyuga Clan a few days ago, and now he appeared in the village, boldly entering his own mansion?!
Shock was hard to conceal on Uchiha Fugaku’s face.
Then his gaze deepened as he looked at the other girl.
He was startled to see the Uchiha Clan Crest on her clothes, and the style was distinctly Uchiha.
Their eyes met, and Uchiha Fugaku instinctively activated his Mangekyo Sharingan.
But the next second, the mysterious girl’s eyes changed abruptly. In those pitch-black pupils, three tomoe spun rapidly, then connected, forming three curved blades encircling the pupil!
Mangekyo Sharingan!
“Impossible!” Fugaku’s pupils contracted sharply.
In an instant, he was pulled into Uchiha Hikari’s ‘Tsukuyomi world.’
“You! Who the hell are you!” Uchiha Fugaku saw the surrounding space transform dramatically and released his own eye power to resist.
A pure clash of eye power, silent yet thrilling.
Uchiha Hikari’s ‘Tsukuyomi world’ distorted slightly but quickly stabilized.
In contrast, Fugaku’s eyes were bleeding, and he staggered, collapsing to the ground.
“You’re… the one Shisui mentioned?!” Uchiha Fugaku gasped, feeling the opponent’s eye power crash over him like mountains and seas, ruthlessly suppressing his Mangekyo! He suddenly recalled the mysterious enemy Shisui encountered in the Land of Stars half a year ago.
Uchiha Fugaku’s consciousness was gradually swallowed by boundless darkness.
He didn’t know how much time passed before he opened his eyes again, drenched in cold sweat.
Shura and the mysterious girl were already seated calmly, while his wife Mikoto was pouring tea for them.
“What is it, Fugaku?” Mikoto noticed her husband’s odd expression and asked with concern.
Sasuke, playing with a toy nearby, also looked over curiously.
Fugaku breathed heavily, his eyes still faintly stinging. With just a glance, he had been instantly defeated by the opponent!
If the other had real killing intent, he probably wouldn’t see Mikoto and Sasuke again by now.
That overwhelming oppression earlier made him vaguely see the shadow of Uchiha Madara!
“Who exactly are you?” Fugaku’s gaze locked on the girl opposite, and on Shura leisurely holding a teacup beside her.
He was certain no such person existed among the current Uchiha generation.
“By seniority…” Uchiha Hikari counted on her fingers: “You should call me your great-great-great-great… grandmother.”
Three hundred years of time, fifteen generations apart, infinitely stacked seniority.
