Naruto, this is called Kuuga, not White Zetsu

The cut part of the photo had already shown signs of being soaked by rain. Seto Chihiro carefully rubbed the photo on her clothes a few times.

"What on earth are you talking about? I don't understand! I've already told you what you want to know. Give me back the photo in your hand!"

Uchiha Izumi rushed towards Seto Chihiro in a panic.

"Of course I believe what Sister Quan said is true, but what Sister Quan said is not what I want!" Seto Chihiro dodged sideways, cooperated with Uchiha Izumi's actions, and stuffed the photo into the other's hands.

"Not what you wanted? What on earth do you want me to say!"

Uchiha Izumi frowned. She was confused by Seto Chihiro's unclear remarks, but she also felt a little annoyed at the tone and expression that seemed to control her.

"There are many things I want Sister Quan to talk about, such as the relationship between Konoha and Uchiha Itachi, the village and the Uchiha clan, the Uchiha clan and Uchiha Itachi, etc. Is it the same as I guessed?"

Seto Chihiro carried Uchiha Izumi on her back, bowed slightly to the tombstone, and then stroked the photo on the tombstone.

"Just as you guessed?" Uchiha Izumi was stunned, not knowing what Seto Chihiro was referring to.

The spring rain comes quickly and goes away quickly.

"Yes, is what you think in your heart the same as what I guessed?" Seto Chihiro slowly turned around, and there was a faint smile in the depths of her black eyes under the moonlight: "Why didn't Uchiha Itachi kill a single Konoha ninja from beginning to end?"

Uchiha Izumi's breath was caught in his throat.

strangeness!

This was a feeling that Uchiha Izumi had never seen in Seto Chihiro before.

All along, the little kid holding the umbrella in front of her was five years younger than her. The moment he turned around, coupled with the words he spoke, gave her a sense of almost disconnected unfamiliarity.

The image of the person I had been with for nearly a month suddenly turned into a stranger in my own perception.

Was he also wondering why Uchiha Itachi didn't kill a Konoha ninja?

Could he be cheating me?

"The Uchiha's Sharingan can see through illusions and actions, but I don't know if it can see through the truth of the Uchiha clan's extermination?" Seto Chihiro asked without waiting for Uchiha Izumi to finish thinking.

the truth?

What is the truth?

If even the Sharingan can't see through this problem, can ordinary people like you see through it?

Faced with the new problem, Uchiha Izumi couldn't help but lower her head. Her rational mind told her that he was very dangerous and she should stay away from this guy, but the confusion, hatred and anger in her heart made her urgently need to know what Seto Chihiro had guessed.

"Humph! Even the Sharingan can't see the truth of the night of genocide. Do you think you can see it with just your ordinary eyes?"

"This is not something I saw, but something I experienced personally. That night, when I was fighting with Uchiha Itachi, he was always defending against the passing of Konoha ninjas. He never attacked any of them."

As soon as Seto Chihiro told Uchiha Izumi what really happened that night, he felt his chest instantly filled with anger, his consciousness gradually became hazy, and his eyes felt a sharp pain...

How could it be possible for your eyes to evolve into a kaleidoscope in front of me?

next second...

Pia!(ｏ‵-′)ノ”(ノ﹏<.)

"Ah! It hurts! Can't you be gentler?" Uchiha Izumi rubbed his arms and bit his lips, tears welling up in his eyes: "Why? Why is what Mikoto-san told me different from what you described?"

"How can I really get you out of that state if I don't use force?" Seto Chihiro looked at Uchiha Izumi who had turned back into the girl next door and felt a little funny: "Why? Because Sister Mikoto also wants to protect you. I hope nothing unexpected happens to you."

"Protect me?" Uchiha Izumi was a little confused.

Not telling her is to protect her?

Uchiha Izumi felt that he was looked down upon by Mikoto.

Seto Chihiro turned and looked to the left side of the road, "Am I right, Mikoto-san?"

Uchiha Izumi looked at the end of the left side of the road in surprise. A figure had appeared there without anyone noticing.

"Quan, I'm sorry, I didn't intend to hide these things from you, but there are so many things, telling you in advance will make you feel bad."

Uchiha Mikoto was holding a bamboo basket in her hands, with an apologetic look on her face, and she walked towards the two people not far away: "I know you still have many questions, but let's eat first. Chihiro, this is yours, and Izumi, this is yours."

After the bamboo lid covering the bamboo basket was removed, steam could be seen rising slowly, and each white and tender bun smelled delicious.

"Misaki-san? When did you get here?"

After taking the bun, Uchiha Izumi blushed and turned her head away, not wanting Uchiha Mikoto to see her appearance at this moment.

The rain kept dripping down his hair, his clothes and pants stuck tightly to his body, his eyes were a little red, he didn't look like an Anbu at all, he looked like a drowned rat.

"I've been standing there since your work as an ANBU was finished."

Before Izumi could speak, Uchiha Mikoto put down the basket in her hand and bowed solemnly to Seto Chihiro: "Chihiro, thank you very much for guiding Uchiha Izumi. If you hadn't been here tonight to guide her, if she had had any accident, I would never forgive myself."

She watched Quan grow up, and if something unexpected happened, she might really collapse.

This afternoon, when Izumi came back, he asked her about the mysterious masked man, Konoha, Uchiha Itachi not killing Konoha ninjas, and reviving the reputation of the Uchiha clan...

Faced with these questions, she remained silent.

certainly...

She had no intention of keeping to herself what she already knew, but there was simply too much involved.

Konoha's economy, the Uchiha clan's land, the reputation of the Third Hokage, the Konoha Anbu who died on the night of the Uchiha clan's extermination...

Uchiha Mikoto is no longer a political novice who knows nothing, nor is she a mother who only knows how to teach her children. She has become the acting clan leader of the Uchiha clan. In order to make the remaining four clan members live a better life, she begins to contact the darkest politicians in Konoha.

Any of the above is a slap in the face by the Third Hokage...

So, of course, she knew what irreversible situation would occur if the immature Uchiha Izumi knew these things.

At least we have to wait until Quan matures a little bit...

"It's okay, Sister Mikoto. You and Sister Izumi were very nice to me at the border. This is what I should do." Seto Chihiro hurried forward, put the bun in her mouth, and helped Uchiha Mikoto up.

Giving timely assistance is always better than adding icing on the cake.

He started thinking in the afternoon about how to make Uchiha Izumi tell him his inner secrets and get closer to him.

Ultimately, he planned to give Uchiha Izumi a strong dose of medicine - to make her his partner in changing the world.

But things are unpredictable. I didn't expect it to rain heavily suddenly, and I didn't expect Uchiha Mikoto to stand there all the time.

If he hadn't sensed her chakra, he wouldn't have noticed Uchiha Mikoto was here.

"Chihiro, if you don't mind, please go to the Uchiha clan's home. It just so happens that Izumi has returned to the clan's home to change clothes, otherwise it will be easy to catch a cold tomorrow."

Seto Chihiro was well prepared for Uchiha Mikoto's invitation. He had no intention of refusing, even though it was almost 10 o'clock.

In order to prevent this from happening, he summoned the slug as early as after the patrol mission was over, and asked her to tell Tsunade on his behalf that he might need to return later.

His intuition told him that good things would happen on this trip.

......

The current residence of the Uchiha clan.

Under the moonlight, the entire Uchiha clan seemed extremely empty and lacking in people. The hoarse caws of crows echoed among the wooden huts.

The surface of the road was very flat, with no signs of being trampled upon due to long-term use, and it was obvious that it had been renovated recently.

Under the moonlight, Uchiha Mikoto turned a corner, walked towards the center of the Uchiha clan's territory, and began to introduce the environment where they currently live.

"This is Meihui and Huimei's room, this side is Sasuke's room, and the two rooms not far away are mine and Izumi's rooms."

Chapter 16 How BOSS is Made (3)

Seto Chihiro sat on the tatami with a small wooden table in front of him. He looked at Uchiha Izumi, who was walking step by step to change his clothes, and Uchiha Mikoto, who had washed the teapot and seemed ready to make tea.

"Chihiro, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting..." Uchiha Mikoto found a red jar and said, "Since the Night of the Nine-Tails, apart from the top leaders of Konoha, few people have come to visit the Uchiha clan. But don't worry, this kind of tea will be replaced every quarter."

Why should we be so worried? Tea is not something that will go bad if it is not used up in one go. As long as it is well preserved, it should be able to last for a long time.

Seto Chihiro didn't know much about tea. He was just a small office worker in his previous life. Without any hesitation, he took the tea handed to him by Uchiha Mikoto and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing this, Uchiha Mikoto hurriedly added, with a look of guilt and apology on her face: "Although I have always hoped that you could come to visit the Uchiha clan, but yesterday and the day before yesterday I was busy dealing with the ashes of the dead clan members, and the only thing I can really use to treat you is this simple tea."

"It's okay, this is enough." Seto Chihiro maintained her basic courtesy.

When Uchiha Mikoto received the news of her clan's extermination, a day and a night had passed. Sarutobi Hiruzen cremated all the bodies on the grounds of a plague and placed them in separate urns.

Presumably, the photo on the tombstone and the huge grave were the result of her work over the past two days. Judging from her slightly red and swollen eyes, she was probably wiping tears where Quan couldn't see.

Under the dim light, Uchiha Mikoto kept her head down, but the child opposite could just see her expression.

wow~

The sound of the sliding door opened, and Seto Chihiro looked back. Uchiha Izumi had changed out of his Anbu uniform and was wearing a purple sleeveless shirt with purple sleeves on his arms.

"I want to know why Uchiha Itachi only attacks the Uchiha clan members and not the Konoha ninjas?"

Uchiha Izumi, who had recovered and sat directly on the side with the teacup, looked at Uchiha Mikoto stubbornly and asked this question right away.

Uchiha Mikoto sighed softly: "Because Uchiha Itachi desires the supreme power of the Uchiha clan, so..."

"So this is the answer you wanted?"

Seto Chihiro interrupted Uchiha Mikoto, shrugged, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Are you sure you want to ask this question at the beginning?"

Uchiha Izumi frowned after hearing this. Did he have any other questions?

Uchiha Mikoto picked up the teacup and took a sip slowly.

After the room was quiet for a while, Uchiha Izumi looked at Seto Chihiro hesitantly, and finally spoke: "Right now, isn't the most important question to guess why Uchiha Itachi massacred the Uchiha clan? Is there... any other question?"

"Izumi, you have always wanted to know why Uchiha Itachi massacred the Uchiha clan! But have you ever thought about why this happened? Do you know what the essence of this matter is?"

"Why did it happen? Essence?"

"Yes, the essence!"

The weather after the rain was still a little chilly. Seto Chihiro picked up the teacup and sat up straight. It was not because she was afraid of catching a cold, but in a conversation, the formality of the narrator determines the attitude of the listener.

"Sister Quan, how about this? Think about it carefully now. As a member of the Thousand Hands Clan, why can I sit next to you and talk? Why don't you reject it?"

"this..."

Seeing that Uchiha Izumi couldn't answer, Seto Chihiro turned to look at Uchiha Mikoto: "Mikoto-sister, why don't you tell me why this happened? The question has changed a little bit. Why are you willing to let me participate in this kind of conversation that is similar to enlightening the younger generation?"

"I think..."

Uchiha Mikoto raised her head, looking a little confused.

Do you hope that Uchiha Izumi won't be exposed to the truth too early?

Or was it because Itachi felt he was unworthy of disciplining Izumi after he killed her parents?

Seeing the boy drink it all in one gulp again, she found that she couldn't figure out why she was willing to let Seto Chihiro persuade Izumi.

I don't know when I started to trust this young man.

Wait...Trust...

Uchiha Mikoto said uncertainly: "I think it's because I trust you to enlighten Izumi like you enlightened me in the past."

"Trust me? That's true, but it's not comprehensive. Essentially speaking, your trust in me comes from your understanding and reliance on me."

Seto Chihiro nodded, picked up the teapot and filled the teacups of several people: "People subconsciously choose to rely on people and things that they are familiar with. When a problem arises, few people want to solve it by themselves. Most people choose to rely on others."

"Because of Itachi, Sister Mikoto felt guilty and apologetic towards Uchiha Izumi. She felt that she was not worthy of preaching to Izumi and telling her her guess. In her heart, she subconsciously looked for someone who understood and depended on her."

"Izumi has been chasing after Mikoto-san to ask about the truth of the matter, and it is also out of her dependence on Mikoto-san. And she can sit here with me because she has the same understanding and dependence on me as Mikoto-san."

“So, that’s the answer to the previous two questions.”

Seto Chihiro's voice echoed in the room, and Uchiha Mikoto and Uchiha Izumi were both stunned.

The way of explanation is very unique. Although they are common words, they make people feel refreshing.

moment.

"Dependence? But, does this have anything to do with the question I raised?"