If I Were Uchiha Itachi in Naruto (DROPPED)

"Is this a ninja war?"

There is a small figure standing on the cliff. He has short black hair, big black pupils, black clothes, black pants, black boots and a black ninja bag tied to the outside of his thigh. In addition to smooth and white skin and Except for the red fan icon at the top and white below, the whole person is black.

Staring indifferently at the ninjas fighting below, they were like wild beasts with red eyes. Except for relying on the forehead protectors on each other to identify the ninja village or alliance, they would kill anyone they saw.

I don't know how long the beating lasted. There were corpses and corpse fragments everywhere, the earth was stained dark red with blood, and there were countless pieces of pain scattered on the ground. Knives sticking to the blood were stuck in the corpses and stood there.

The troops retreated, and this time it ended in Konoha's victory.

But Konoha accounted for half of the corpses on the battlefield. What a cruel reality. Although they won, they relied on the piles of countless corpses and blood.

"What do you think, Itachi."

He raised his little hand, pointed at the group of corpses, and said in a soft voice, "These people are not doing things cleanly. Many of them are still alive and have to be healed. Otherwise, Konoha will be at a loss if they are taken back and cured." "

"Uh." The figure standing behind Itachi was stunned, what the hell? He covered his mouth and coughed twice before continuing to ask rigorously, "I'm not asking you about them, I'm asking you what are your thoughts about this war?"

"I have no idea, just fight."

As he spoke, Itachi turned his head and showed an innocent smile.

What the hell is this kid doing? It was obvious that he had good talent and worked very hard to bring it out and gain experience.

Unfortunately, he misjudged Itachi's level. After all, a child was still a child. Even in the war years, it was still too early.

Thoughts? Of course there is...

Itachi ignored the reaction of the people behind him and turned his little face to stare at the battlefield. As one of the top ten young people in the 21st century, how could I not know the dangers of the world? But in the original world, people covered up their evil faces., wait for you to show up and stab you when you are in danger.

However, this world has completely lost the word "cover up", and a vicious face is always displayed on the face, regardless of whether it is secretly or openly, as long as it is aimed at you, the vicious face will never shrink.

War? Fight for peace?

Ridiculous! If you would still fight for peace, resources are your common goal! I just found a nice word to fight for, peace? That's the biggest lie I've ever heard.

But fortunately, it's none of my business. As long as it doesn't touch my interests, I don't care how you fight. It can't hurt me anyway. I can still watch the fun. This is really cool...

The person behind came forward and patted Itachi's shoulder with a palm and said seriously, "Itachi, as members of the Uchiha clan, we must remain sensible, otherwise this huge battlefield will become Uchiha's. Bo's graveyard, although we are part of the village, we are the hope of Uchiha. Of course, the village must come second to family interests. I know you are smart, but I want to be smart in Uchiha, not in the village. inside."

"Yes, I understand, Fugaku boy!"

A mean smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, yes, this person is the real owner, Uchiha Itachi!

Boom!

A big bag popped out of Uchiha Itachi's head. The producer of this big bag was this body's biological father, Uchiha Fugaku.

Uchiha Fugaku had veins popping out on his forehead, he clenched his hands into fists and glared at Uchiha Itachi, roaring angrily, "Itachi, you are getting more and more excessive. Do you not take me as a father seriously?"

"Oh, you know." Itachi Uchiha said calmly, rolling his eyes and rubbing his bag.

Boom boom boom!

I am not a mover of big bags, I am a maker of big bags. I am Fugaku Uchiha and I speak for my fists.

Looking at the unrepentant Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Fugaku had no choice but to swallow this breath, because this kid was not convinced by his soft-headed character, and no matter how many times he beat him, it would be useless. He clasped his hands on his chest with a depressed expression and took the lead to leave..

The pain on the top of his head still didn't go away. Uchiha Itachi stared at Uchiha Fugaku's back, reached into his ninja tool bag, grabbed dozens of kunai, and threw them all out quickly and silently.

Puff puff!

Flowers of blood splashed as the kunai penetrated.

Uchiha Fugaku's pupils slightly widened and turned into blood-red three-magatama Sharingan eyes staring at Uchiha Itachi's movements. The corners of his mouth curved downwards with a serious expression, and he lowered his hands from his chest.

But after a few seconds, Uchiha Fugaku withdrew his gaze and turned his mouth into a proud smile. He shook his head and thought helplessly, did he already have the courage to kill? What should I say? He is indeed my son.

On the battlefield far below the cliff, dozens of enemy ninjas who were still alive were successfully hit by kunai, and they were all fatal with one blow, without any sloppiness.

Uchiha Itachi wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief. His body, which was only three or four years old, was still a little unable to bear it. This was a high-intensity operation, but there was still room for improvement..

Blood-red pupils appeared, with a single magatama in each eye.

kill? This kind of thing has been done psychologically since the moment you were born. Either someone else will die in your hands, or you will die in someone else's hands. Four years of psychological suggestion is not in vain.

A mean smile hung on the corner of his mouth again, and the blood-red eyes returned to a dark ink color. He seemed to have forgotten the pain on his head, and shouted to Uchiha Fugaku.

"Hey, Fugaku boy, hurry up, your grandpa and I are too old to walk."

Sure enough, Uchiha Fugaku went berserk again, turned around and clenched his hands into fists to chase Uchiha Itachi. The smile on Uchiha Itachi's mouth changed to a more mocking smile.

Under the setting sun, a group of people, one large and one small, were running towards the outside of the battlefield.

If someone sees such a scene nearby, they will inevitably sigh and remember that we once chased our lost youth under the sunset.