This Uchiha Itachi is very lonely

Within the Uchiha clan,

In a private room in a not-so-large noodle shop.

Swish——

When Uchiha Teru opened the door, the familiar voice of Uchiha Zen and others came from inside the house.

"Hui, why are you so..."

At the low dining table, Zen's voice that he was about to say hello paused.

Looking at Itachi standing behind Fai, he stood up gently and stared at Itachi, "Itachi, you are here too."

Beside him, Shanchang stood up like Qi.

Their expressions were the same as before, but Itachi could really feel the distance between them.

"I haven't seen you for a while, and I was a little worried that something had happened to you. When I went to look for Hui, I heard that you were going to have a dinner, so I came uninvited."

Itachi stood at the door, calmly looking at Hui and several other people who had already entered the house.

"It's okay, it's okay. We originally planned to come with you."

Uchiha Zen gently invited Itachi into the house, "But I'm afraid that you have other things to do, and that your familiar relationship with us will affect your affairs."

"...We are all Uchiha."

Itachi slowly walked into the house and responded.

Regarding this statement, Zen and others were silent.

"It's impossible for the people of Konoha to coexist with us."

After a long time, when Itachi sat down at the low table, he heard Qi's dull reply, "If you want to have the true power of Uchiha, you are destined to have no close friends."

"Qi!"

Uchiha Zen called Qi's name, which meant clearly that he did not want to continue on this topic.

The atmosphere in the private room, which was not very large, was silent once again.

However, Itachi did not immediately inquire about the details revealed in Uchiha Qi's words.

He could see that Zen and the others seemed to have experienced something.

So much so that they originally tended to be conservative in their thinking and hoped to establish diplomatic relations with Konoha, but gradually became more inclined to the radicals of their respective fathers.

"Well, don't look so sad."

It wasn't until the clerk at the ramen shop brought bowls of steaming ramen into the room that Hui broke the silence.

A stiff smile appeared on his sinister face, "Aren't you going to celebrate me today? Congratulations on my success in developing my bloodline to the level of three magatama."

"Yes, congratulations, Hui."

Zen also laughed.

Others also sent their blessings.

Only Itachi watched this scene calmly.

Three Magatama...

"Hui, the last time we had a celebration together, I heard from Zen and the others that you planned to introduce your teammates to us..."

Itachi opened the disposable chopsticks placed next to the noodle bowl and mentioned it casually.

In an instant, he could clearly see that Hui, who originally had a forced smile on his face, collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then, with fierce and angry eyes, he glanced over.

"Hui!"

Zen shouted again with a helpless expression.

He knew this would happen.

Then, Zen looked at Itachi apologetically, "Sorry, Hui's teammate died during the mission, so he may not be in a good mood."

"No."

Hearing this, Hui next to him calmed down, picked up the chopsticks indifferently, and replied, "It is the behavior of a weak person to focus on the past."

"Strong people should set their sights on the future."

"Their sacrifice has made my three magatama, which is something worth celebrating."

Hearing these words, Itachi paused with the chopsticks in his hand.

"Itachi, are you not used to chopsticks?"

Among the group of people, Zen, who had always been mature, sighed in his heart and tried to avoid the topic aloud, "Do you need me to ask the clerk to bring you a fork?"

"Need not."

Itachi shook his head. The chopsticks in his hand were also very flexible and his movements were very graceful.

His posture while eating made Zen and others a little more cautious, instead of appearing so rude.

Itachi's etiquette score was not affected by changing the eating utensils.

His table manners were taught by Artoria, and she was good at tools like knives and forks.

So while studying, he naturally became familiar with it.

But the so-called etiquette and tools are just ways to set off.

Just like dressing etiquette, clothes are just a foil.

True etiquette lies in one's own expressiveness. When Itachi truly masters these etiquette skills, he is no longer limited to tools.

Next, neither the participants of this "celebration" dinner, nor the Zen friends, nor Itachi opened their mouths, looking for topics to talk about.

The meal ended slowly in silence.

"I feel relieved to see that you are okay."

Placing the clean noodle bowl without even a drop of soup on the dinner plate, Itachi wiped his lips with a paper towel and looked at the people, "In this case, I'll take my leave."

As he spoke, he stood up calmly.

Seeing Itachi wanting to leave so directly, Zen and the others stood up, hesitantly trying to persuade him to stay.

But when the words came to their lips, they didn't know how to speak.

"If you want anything in the future, you can ask me for help or discuss with me."

Itachi stood in front of several people, "Don't worry about what impact I will have by coming into contact with you. As I said, we are all Uchiha."

He always emphasized this.

In response to this, Zen and the others did not speak, but just nodded silently in response.

"Speaking of which, I once heard my father tell a story."

Before leaving, Itachi looked at Hui again, "The Nanga Shrine in the clan is the place where the clan gathers, and there is a secret hidden in the Nanga Shrine."

Hui and others, who had been sent to the door, held their breath.

"Nanga Shrine enshrines a god who comes from the underworld and has the power to communicate with the underworld."

"In ancient times, he received favors from the Uchiha clan. If the Uchiha clan offered their Sharingan in the shrine on a full moon night, they could see the deceased."

"Hui, if you can't bear to leave your teammates, you can give it a try."

Itachi spoke slowly and told some baseless "story".

"...How come I haven't heard of this?"

Hui stared at Itachi closely, "Itachi, are you making fun of me?"

"No."

Itachi looked at him calmly, "It's just a story."

With that said, he turned around and said, "Goodbye, everyone."

"etc……"

Dan Hui stopped Itachi, "What does it mean to give up your Sharingan?"

"have no idea."

Itachi replied without looking back, "I told you, this is just a story."

A made-up story.

Walking out of the private room calmly, Itachi didn't pay too much attention to the content of the people who were faintly arguing behind him.

"Do you think...he would believe it?"

Arturia followed Itachi, "Such a clumsy story."

"Believe it or not, it doesn't matter."

Itachi casually replied, "The important thing is that Uchiha will not kill the people he cherishes for the sake of power."

"The way to open and evolve the Sharingan is to receive severe emotional stimulation."

"And people who can cause people to have strong emotional stimulation are undoubtedly friends and family members whom they value very much."

"Actually, as early as when my father talked to me about the Sharingan, I really wanted to know if the Uchiha people would be willing to sacrifice their Sharingan when they had the opportunity to exchange their power for the lives of their friends and family."

"And now, I know the answer."

"I think if the sharingan can be exchanged for Uchihaji's life, my father would be willing to do so if the family is completely stable."