"My stupid little brother—"
Just as Sasuke was losing his cool, Jin appeared in front of him, extending his index finger to gently tap his brother's forehead.
"Is this technique familiar?"
Swish.
As soon as he finished speaking, the tips of Sasuke's ears quickly turned crimson.
Of course, he recognized this technique!
During this period, he had pestered Itachi every day, struggling to master the ability to control the direction of the shuriken in his hand!
This morning, Itachi had finally agreed to help him out before leaving, taking him to practice twice in the yard!
He had truly been coached by Itachi several times, and only then did he manage to hit the bullseye this afternoon.
But!
This slacker Jin in front of him!
When did he learn it?
Sasuke hadn't seen him practice before!
He must have spent the morning basking in the sun... and learned it just by watching, right?!
Thinking about this possibility made Sasuke's legs feel a little weak.
If that were true, then his lazy brother's talent was a bit frightening!
"Is it true that... it has something to do with basking in the sun?"
His mind suddenly paused, and he followed the sun's rays to look at the courtyard wall.
In his heart, he felt a surge of eagerness.
Otherwise, would he want to lie down and show off?
"Jin, you bullied Sasuke again!"
At that moment, Uchiha Mikoto's angry voice came from under the corridor.
She walked slowly, carrying three-color dumplings and fruits.
When her eyes swept over the hedgehog Sasuke had pinned, her steps quickened noticeably.
After approaching and realizing it was just a hole, she breathed a slight sigh of relief upon seeing her younger son unscathed.
But there was still an unmistakable flash of surprise in her eyes. The landing points of those shuriken clearly reflected the techniques Itachi had taught Sasuke that morning.
She had watched them for a while in the morning but left when she found it boring.
However, that didn't mean she was unaware.
But who had created these landing points?
Could it be...? Was it this child?
Her brows furrowed, and her mind recalled her husband Fugaku's explanation:
"Meiqin, if nothing happens, let Jin be. He has his own ideas."
For this reason, she still didn't fully understand and felt that Fugaku was condoning Jin's behavior.
But now it seemed...
Her eyes flickered, and she shook her head with a bittersweet smile.
They are all my children; what am I thinking?
She immediately handed the plate in her hand to the courtyard wall and dragged Sasuke back into the house: "Your clothes are all torn. Go back inside and change quickly!"
Sasuke protested, "No, but it's him!"
Mikoto replied, "No shouting for Jin! Call him brother!"
The familiar tone made it difficult for Sasuke to continue speaking.
He could only look back at the wall under the afterglow, deep in thought.
Tick.
As the moonlight climbed up the cornice of the mansion, Itachi flipped into the courtyard with renewed energy.
Due to the tense relationship with Kumo, he had gone to the battlefield immediately after graduation.
Daily reconnaissance missions awaited him.
Occasionally, there were battles.
Today, after encountering a small team in combat, he had done his best to retreat.
In the night, the Sharingan in the courtyard glimmered with fatigue under the darkness.
"Ten minutes today."
Just as he was about to collapse, a lazy voice suddenly came from the wall.
This made his movements halt.
Only when he turned around did he realize that Jin was sitting on the courtyard wall, dangling his legs.
An apple was tossed in his hand, and a faint glow rippled in the moonlight.
Still so elusive.
Itachi sighed and attempted to negotiate: "Jin, I'm quite tired today. How about we talk tomorrow?"
"That's it." Ember turned over, threw the apple into Itachi's arms, and grinned, "Father, Sasuke said you hid it in the second cabinet of the guest room."
Itachi's hand holding the apple froze mid-air.
Then, with lightning speed, he stuffed the apple back into Jin's mouth.
"Come and chat!"
"That's how good you are."
Jin smiled and patted his brother on the shoulder.
This would drag things out until tomorrow, so the conversation could last another day!
As for those friends he was supposed to chat with tomorrow?
He had several plans every day!
"Stop frowning."
Then he reached out and smoothed Itachi's furrowed brows, ordering like a little adult:
"The crease is ugly enough. If there are more lines, Sister Izumi won't like it anymore."
After saying that, regardless of Itachi's red cheeks, he grabbed the three-color dumplings next to him and stuffed them into his mouth.
Smiling, he asked, "Tell me why you're so tired today? Did you have to kill someone?"
Sure enough!
Itachi Uchiha was taken aback.
His younger brother was not only perceptive but also remarkably sensitive.
He smiled wryly and explained, "In the last two days, Kumo's envoys have come to discuss peace talks."
"There have been many late nights."
As he spoke, he began recounting everything, no matter how big or small.
It seemed like a rehearsed script.
Since four years ago, his younger brother had shown no interest in much else, so he liked to chat with him daily.
At this time of day...
Listening to Itachi, Uchiha Ember's smile began to fade.
Kumo peace talks.
Envoys visiting Konoha.
Mysterious Thunder Release ninjas gathering at the border.
These words always gave him a sense of foreboding.
It seemed that in the plot, these events were part of a conspiracy.
In hesitation, a prompt suddenly appeared before him.
[Conversation Target: Itachi Uchiha.]
[Replicable Entry is being parsed.]
[Replicable Entries: Kurogane (Black), Kaito Uchiha (Black), Disease-Ridden (Black), Magatama Sharingan (Purple), Three-Line Master (Purple), Fire Release Mastery (Blue)...]
Over the years, Itachi had grown into a proficient three-line ninja.
His strength far exceeded what it had been after his disappearance.
Of course, the only thing that remained unchanged was the trio of dark entries...
The observer's eyes darkened.
[Spoke to Tomitake Uchiha for ten minutes and is trying to copy the entry.]
[Replication successful! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the epic entry: "Magatama Sharingan (Purple)."]
Copy successful!
Seeing the notification, he smiled slightly.
It was not in vain to wait today!
Sasuke is awesome!
Then he silently instructed, "System, feed this entry to my Sharingan."
Of course, he also possessed the Magatama.
Even a year before Itachi got his Magatama!
[Magatama Sharingan (Purple) is fusing.]
[Feeding was successful! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Three Magatama Sharingan.]
"Still not upgraded?"
Seeing that the Magatama had yet to evolve into a Kaleidoscope, his little face suddenly scrunched up.
Unhappy.
Very unhappy.
Damn system!
I have absorbed at least twenty of his Magatama, yet it hasn't upgraded yet!
Of course, he could clearly feel the difference in his eyes.
The steady stream of pupils seemed capable of easily binding the brother in front of him...
Unbeknownst to him, his appearance at this moment took on a different meaning in Sasuke's eyes.
"Huh? Frowning? Did I catch Jin's interest?"
He paused and shifted the topic.
"By the way, I heard those Kumo ninjas also made a special visit to the Hyuuga clan."
Click!
"Oh? Kumo visits Hyuuga!"
In an instant, a bolt of lightning struck.
Jin finally remembered the conspiracy behind this matter
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