"Itachi, your mother said you came home a little late last night."
Give me a reasonable explanation.
Breakfast time is over.
Itachi, who was about to go to school on time, was stopped by his father.
In the living room.
The father sat upright, and the son knelt below; the scene looked so solemn.
Itachi lowered his head and remained silent.
He wanted to explain.
But I don't know where to begin.
Is it to say directly that he originally planned to cultivate for a little while before going home, but he ran into a girl and was delayed a bit?
still...
In the end, Itachi chose to remain silent.
This was driven by his intuition.
Revealing yesterday's discovery to his father doesn't seem like a good decision.
Whether it's towards his father, himself, or... towards that girl.
"never mind."
"If you don't want to explain, I won't force you."
"But I hope you know what you're doing."
a long time.
The anger in his eyes vanished, replaced by a fleeting hint of affection; Fugaku Uchiha ultimately did not press the matter further.
As the head of the clan, he didn't have much time to spend with his son.
But Itachi certainly lived up to expectations.
He enrolled early, consistently ranked at the top of his class, and was even the top student in his class.
He was very satisfied as a father.
"Go to school."
"I remember, you are the eldest son of the Uchiha clan leader."
"You represent the Uchiha clan."
After saying this, Fugaku Uchiha disappeared in a blur.
a long time.
Itachi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The father's voice still echoed in the air.
Itachi himself didn't know whether it was a request or an order.
"Representing... the Uchiha clan?"
The weasel murmured.
He understood his father's words.
But what puzzled him was...
Why do I feel increasingly confused even though I clearly understand what I'm hearing?
He shook his head.
Itachi stood up, put his schoolbag back on, and headed to school.
At an intersection, he used a shadow clone to go to school in his place.
The itachi's true form, however, headed straight for the grove of trees where he usually trained.
He had never longed to cultivate as much as he did now.
He longed to forget everything and immerse himself in spiritual practice.
certainly.
It would be even better if I could meet that girl from yesterday again.
...
On the other side.
Qingchuan, who had set out early in the morning, had already completed the first set of chopping and slashing training.
The Thousand Cherry Blossoms have been sheathed; now he must begin his training in the Way of the Demon.
My arms were frighteningly heavy.
But Qingchuan discovered that this situation actually helped him concentrate better.
He began to mobilize his spiritual energy.
This power, which didn't belong to this world at all, was frantically condensing within Qingchuan's body.
finally.
Following the cultivation guide in his mind, Qingchuan's spiritual power finally reached a critical point and condensed on his two fingers.
"Hado I - Rush!"
boom!
After a brief chant, a white shockwave shot directly from Qingchuan's fingertips into the large tree in front of him!
A loud bang was heard.
The tree, as thick as an adult's waist, suddenly shook violently.
The area struck by the shockwave had already developed cracks due to the immense force.
"Oh ho?!"
Despite feeling extremely exhausted, Qingchuan was incredibly energetic.
He quickly ran to the big tree, examined it for a while, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.
"The results are pretty good, huh?"
Although it's only the lowest level of Hakudo.
But the effect was not much different from the chopping he had done all morning.
In fact, Qingchuan himself knew this.
The main reason for this situation is that his current physical condition is still too weak.
After all, in the later stages of Bleach, these low-level Kido techniques are basically useless...
But he couldn't help feeling happy!
after all.
This is a good start, isn't it?
However, at that moment...
Hearing a series of sounds behind him, Qingchuan's expression immediately became wary again.
As someone who possesses the legacy of a Grim Reaper, Qingchuan's strength has always been his ability to perceive souls.
Someone is coming.
Without saying a word!
Qingchuan turned around and drew his sword!
His greatest secret is his training in the power of death.
If anyone saw his ghostly path.
When it's uncertain whether the person can keep the secret, or when using excuses like bloodstains to deceive them won't work...
Qingchuan was also prepared to silence them!
Although she was dressed in women's clothing.
But who the hell isn't a brute at heart?!
"Um... don't be nervous, it's still me, Uchiha Itachi."
"We met yesterday, haven't you forgotten?"
The one speaking was Uchiha Itachi.
Qingchuan, who had turned around, was stunned for a moment, but his eyes quickly turned cold again.
"It's you again?"
How come there's no way to avoid it now?
A sudden sense of unease crept into Qingchuan's heart.
He didn't know how much Itachi had seen.
Of course, he didn't think he could successfully fool a five-year-old child with a mind at the level of a movie star.
but.
Looking at Itachi's apologetic eyes...
A strange feeling suddenly filled Qingchuan's heart again...
"I happen to be training nearby as well," Itachi said hastily, spreading his hands.
"Then I heard the noise over here and came out of curiosity... I'm really sorry to bother you again."
Without paying attention to the sword in Aokawa's hand, Itachi bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle to express his apology.
Qingchuan raised an eyebrow.
Look at Itachi, who is full of tension.
A wicked yet audacious idea quietly surfaced in his mind...*
(End of Chapter)