From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 193 A Madman Must Be Cultivated from a Young Age!

Mikoto, who had awakened her kaleidoscope, seemed to be too tired and curled up on the boy's bed, falling into a deep sleep.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, glistening with moisture, as if she were dreaming of some terrible scene. Even so, her hands still gripped the divine robe tightly, her knuckles turning white, but she refused to let go.

Suddenly, another person appeared in the dimly lit room.

No, to be more precise, he has always been there, but he has never been 'noticed'.

Mikoto wore a thin white dress that clung to her body, outlining her voluptuous figure. Her long, shapely, and fair legs were particularly eye-catching; they were perfectly proportioned, neither too plump nor too thin.

Uchiha Muneki gazed intently at the beautiful young woman sleeping in her sleep, his feelings a mixture of emotions.

The Mangekyou Sharingan requires extremely strong stimulation, such as witnessing the death of a loved one or experiencing immense negative emotions, in order to have a chance of awakening.

Even someone like Fugaku Uchiha, who experienced such a huge shock, failed to awaken the Mangekyou Sharingan, which shows how difficult it is for him.

However, Uchiha Mikoto, who was not considered a top-tier talent in the original story and was just an ordinary Jonin, unexpectedly awakened the Mangekyou Sharingan after witnessing his death.

"What a terrible thing to do!"

Uchiha Muneki rubbed his throbbing temples and let out a long sigh.

Even he finds the current situation troublesome, because it all stems from Uchiha Mikoto's own will!

In other words, this is not 'hypnosis', nor is it 'psychological suggestion', and there is no hentai involved.

"Zongyue, don't go."

Mikoto's murmur interrupted his thoughts.

Uchiha Muneki slowly walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and reached out to tuck her messy hair behind her ear.

"Zongyue, don't go, okay?"

"I won't bother you anymore, please don't go."

Mikoto seemed to sense that familiar aura.

She sobbed and pleaded in her dream, instinctively grabbing the hand that was brushing a strand of hair from her temple, and holding on tightly, unwilling to let go.

His deep gaze penetrated Mikoto's mind, reaching deep into that chaotic island of the soul, and saw the nightmare the beautiful woman was having.

In her dream, the scene of Uchiha Muneki being brutally murdered by Danzo replayed over and over again, and his screams, like a nightmare, clung to Mikoto, pushing her mental state infinitely close to the brink of collapse, driving her almost insane.

She was roaring, howling, and furious. At the same time, she was also regretting and in pain.

He was tormented by his inability to save Uchiha Muneki, enraged by the high-ranking officials who concealed the truth, and driven mad by the murderer who killed him.

Escape the dream and return to reality.

Looking at the married woman still trapped in her nightmare, Uchiha Muneki felt a mix of emotions. He truly hadn't expected that his death would cause Mikoto so much pain.

He reached out and stroked the woman's forehead, gently comforting her and changing the nightmare, whispering, "Goodnight, Mikoto, sweet dreams."

After doing all this, he looked at the sleeping Mikoto and slowly withdrew his hand.

He vanished from the room without a sound, leaving only Uchiha Mikoto's soft breathing.

Just as day turned day, Uchiha Itachi, who was still an infant, suddenly woke up from his sleep.

With its large, dark eyes wide open, it seemed to have sensed something, staring at the darkness in the room.

Suddenly, a figure seemed to appear in the darkness, extending a slender finger and gently touching Itachi's brow: "I hope you like this gift I'm giving you." A viscous liquid, twisted like a shadow, flowed down that slender finger and into Itachi's mind.

Itachi awakened his Sharingan at birth.

Such astonishing talent made Fugaku absolutely certain that the hope for the future revival of the Uchiha clan lay in Itachi.

Until Fugaku suddenly realized that something seemed off about his son.

Uchiha Itachi, who had just turned eighty, was already able to walk independently, and often crouched in the dark, staring at everyone's back with his dark eyes.

Yes, right behind you!
Fugaku was certain he wasn't mistaken; every time Itachi looked at him, it was as if he were looking at something behind him.

Many members of the clan were terrified by Itachi's eerie gaze.

If the above problems can be explained by the fact that the child is still young, then another behavior of the ferret is even more frightening, and one would only want to stay away from him.

He would sit quietly beside a sleeping person, staring at them with his eerie, dark eyes, then slowly move closer and whisper in their ear in a hoarse, monstrous language that was completely incomprehensible.

Imagine you're sound asleep when you're suddenly awakened by a strange whisper in your ear. When you wake up, you see a baby crouching next to your head, staring intently at you with its big, dark eyes, as if it were staring at something in the darkness. How would that feel?
Fugaku was one of the victims.

When they first met, he was so frightened that his scalp tingled, and he almost punched Itachi away. Fortunately, at the last second, he realized that it was his son and stopped in time.

Otherwise, the future hope of the Uchiha clan might be cut short in his hands once again.

Fugaku, sporting dark circles under his eyes, could no longer tolerate Itachi's strange behavior, so he invited medical ninjas from Konoha Hospital to see what was wrong with the child!
"You mean your son was staring at you in the middle of the night and making strange noises?"

The medical ninja was silent for a moment, his lips twitching slightly: "Lord Fugaku, I want to confirm with you one more time, is this really not a joke?"

"Do I look like I'm joking with you?!"

Fugaku immediately became agitated, his face flushed red as he shouted, "It's true! I'm not lying to you!"

"Alright alright."

Clearly, judging from Fugaku's expression, this was no joke. The medical ninja nodded slightly and said, "You wait outside, I'll go check."

The medical ninja who entered the room immediately noticed the child crouching in the corner.

"Sweetie~ Let Uncle take a look~"

With a smile on his face, he walked towards Itachi and stretched out his hands: "Don't be afraid, Uncle is a good person."

The yakini, held in his arms, initially looked at him curiously, but soon, as if to show affection, it stretched out its chubby arms to hug him, making indistinct sounds.

"What an adorable baby! What are you saying?"

The medical ninja smiled gently and leaned closer: "Tell your uncle what you want to say?"

"meat!"

"?"

Fugaku waited for a long time, but the medical ninja did not appear.

He was getting impatient, so he decided to go in and take a look. But the moment he pushed open the door, a strong smell of blood hit his nostrils.

What came into view was a weasel covered in blood, cradling a bloodied head, stumbling towards him. A wide, gaping grin stretched across its mouth, almost to its ears, revealing teeth stained with bits of flesh. It smiled eerily and sinisterly at him: "Father...gives...to...you."

In an instant, a bone-chilling cold air rushed straight to the top of Fugaku's head!

(End of this chapter)