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"Children should not talk to strangers when they go out. It is unsafe!"

After a moment of silence, Itachi lowered his head and spoke to the little girl and her parents beside her.

"Haha! Don't worry!"

The little girl's father picked her up and said to Itachi in a careless manner,

"You don't look like a bad person at all!"

"is it?"

Itachi curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a very forced smile, and said self-deprecatingly,

"People who look good may not necessarily be good people!"

"Bad people don't say they are bad people,"

The father smiled cheerfully, looked at Itachi and asked,

"Have you not rested well recently? You look very tired and depressed, as if you are exhausted?"

At this moment, in the eyes of outsiders, Itachi is a gentle and handsome boy, haggard and sickly like a weeping willow by the water or a cherry blossom in late spring.

Full of a withered and fragile beauty.

"Yeah! I haven't slept in over two weeks!"

Nodding, Itachi said sincerely,

This is a fact!

He didn't dare to sleep, didn't dare to face the gazes from his parents,

He would always dream whenever he slept or took a nap. The Fugaku and Mikoto in his dreams were people he could not face.

He would rather suffer like this day after day, day after day, night after night...

Not sleeping for one day is nothing, not sleeping for three days and three nights is nothing either.

Not sleeping for a week is unbearable even for a ninja. It will make you feel uncomfortable and miserable to the point of collapse.

But to Itachi, such pain and suffering were nothing.

He has been staying awake for more than two weeks.

Even if every day is more painful than the day before, he still intends to continue to persevere...

Maybe one day, he will successfully "evolve" the human "sleep gene"?

"What a joke! If you don't sleep for two weeks, you'll be dead, right?"

The father held the child in his arms and almost bent over with laughter. He just thought that the boy in front of him was so interesting.

His expression was serious and he told jokes seriously, which were absurd and funny, and looked like they were real.

What kind of deadpan comedian is this?!

"When I was working very hard, I often stayed up late to work overtime.

The worst time was when I didn’t sleep for two days and two nights. On the third day,

I was completely confused and dumbfounded, and my brain almost stopped working.

I completely refuse to think at all. My mind and rationality are almost broken.

Afterwards, I took a week off and did nothing, and only then did I recover! ”

The father sighed, told Itachi about his own painful experience, and gave him advice,

"Although you certainly couldn't have gone without sleep for more than two weeks, you definitely didn't get enough rest.

Young people should not rely on their good health to stay up late and not rest on time.

You will regret it when you are older. You will have to pay back what you owe when you are older!"

Old? Old?

No, I definitely won’t live to see that time!

Itachi smiled bitterly without a sound.

When he made up his mind to kill his people that night, he also made up his mind to "kill" himself.

I never thought about dying.

After that night, I just planned to live for my brother Sasuke for the rest of my life.

Therefore, we waste our lives and harm our bodies without hesitation.

Health preservation? Take care of your body?

It's so funny, I didn't plan to live long!

Killing his tribe members for "peace and justice", and then "killing" himself who bore the sin of genocide.

All of it is borne by oneself.

It only left his younger brother Sasuke a clean world and future, free from all past fate and grudges!

Uchiha Itachi, who went to the battlefield to kill people at the age of four and attempted suicide by jumping off a cliff at the age of seven, has a serious tendency to self-destruct.

I was deeply intoxicated and obsessed with my logically consistent plan at the age of thirteen. I was moved by my own will and awareness and could not help myself.

Even if you kill him a hundred times, it won't affect his heart at all.

My heart and my actions are as clear as a clear mirror, and everything I do is righteous!

...But unfortunately, fate played a huge joke on him.

Such will and awareness were completely shattered by the "real truth".

His father Fugaku's hidden plot, his revenge for his best friend the Fourth Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen's dirty true face, the Third Hokage's betrayal of Konoha... a series of shocking reversals,

All of this turned Itachi's will and awareness into a big joke.

Living like a complete clown!

A 13-year-old middle school boy who lives in his own world and refuses to wake up.

This time, I was completely awakened by the cruel and ruthless "reality".

My mentality was broken, my will and consciousness were shattered...

In a trance, I almost forgot the passage of time.

Itachi, who was standing in the queue, instinctively followed the others and moved to the counter. Finally, it was his turn.

"Forty skewers of three-color meatballs, please!"

Itachi came back to his senses and politely spoke to the shopkeeper behind the counter.

"Forty skewers? One person can't finish them all. Eating too much sweets will make you sick of it!"

The shopkeeper was a little surprised and reminded him.

"It's okay, I love sweets!"

Itachi forced a smile, thought for a moment, and then said,

"…Not for one person, but for two people!"

"That's good! Meatballs taste best when they are fresh. If possible, try not to leave any for the next day!"

The shopkeeper kindly reminded.

After a short wait, the forty strings of three-color meatballs were packed into two portions and handed to Itachi.

After paying the bill, Itachi took two servings of meatballs, turned around and walked through the crowded crowd in front of the counter. When he was about to reach the door of the store,

After hesitating for a while, he did not leave directly, but sat on the guest seat near the store door, put two servings of meatballs on the table, and planned to eat them here.

One meatball was placed in front of him, and the other meatball was placed solemnly opposite him.

"Father, please try my favorite three-color meatballs!"

Facing the empty chair across the table, Itachi said seriously,

It was as if his father Fugaku was really sitting opposite him!

…Although he hadn’t slept for more than two weeks, Itachi still felt that he was awake.

He knew that there was no one across the table, and his father Fugaku was not there.

Just doing this will make him feel a little better!

"Father, I'll start first!"

After greeting the non-existent person earnestly and sincerely,

Itachi lowered his head and picked up a string of three-colored balls and put them into his mouth. He took three balls at a time and chewed them in his mouth.

Very sweet!

Normal people might find it too sweet to eat like this.

But Itachi felt it was just right, or rather, not sweet enough!

He ate the meatballs very quickly, one string at a time, and in the blink of an eye he had eaten half of his portion.

"Father, the three-color meatballs are delicious!

Luckily I bought 40 skewers, otherwise it would definitely not be enough for two people!"

Looking up at the empty seat opposite, Itachi said seriously and thankfully,

"Forty skewers of meatballs, just right for two people!"

After a while, Itachi ate his portion of meatballs and asked in confusion:

"Father, why haven't you finished eating yet?

Are you worried that if you eat too much meatballs, you won't be able to finish the meal your mother makes when you get home, and your mother will complain about you?"

With a smile on his face, Itachi said happily:

"It just so happens that I am not full yet and want to eat some three-color meatballs. So, father, this portion of yours is

I will accept it without hesitation!

Great, it saves me the time of waiting in line again! ”

With an embarrassed and shy smile, Itachi tried hard to explain:

"I am still a thirteen-year-old child. Children love sweets and cannot control themselves once they start eating.

It’s normal!

Father, please don't laugh.

In fact, all children like to eat sweets, and so do I! ”

While chatting and laughing with "Father", Itachi stood up, stretched out his hand, and reached across the table as usual.

During this period, in the torment of days and nights, he often fantasized...what if all the mistakes had not happened!

Unfortunately, there are no ifs in reality.

Itachi placed his hand on the paper bag containing another batch of meatballs.

Another big hand silently pressed on his hand.

“This meatball is mine!

If you still want to eat it, just go queue up again and buy it again!"

A familiar voice sounded in his ears.

Dumb, dazed, and unbelievable, Itachi slowly raised his head.

Following the arm where this hand was connected, I saw the owner of this voice.

That was a man Itachi was very familiar with, a man who always appeared in his dreams.

A man who had praised him countless times as "worthy of being my son" but was killed by his own hands!

"Father!"

Itachi murmured, his expression numb, his breathing rapid, his chest heaving violently,