Chapter 1 Itachi, feel your father's deep love

In the spacious courtyard, the spring rain is drizzling.

In the kitchen, a beautiful young woman is cooking ingredients.

The wide apron could not hide her voluptuous figure. Her black hair was combed into a side ponytail and draped over one shoulder. Her conservative outfit revealed her swan-like white neck, which made people imagine more.

Fugaku looked at his gentle and lovely wife in front of him and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction on his face.

He is a time traveler.

As soon as he came through, the young woman in front of him told him that he was her husband.

He was very satisfied with this and couldn't stop smiling.

Thinking back to the wife in his previous life who he spent 380,000 to marry and who did nothing for him and even cheated on him, the lovely girl in front of him is simply a fairy.

I just don't know what kind of world he has traveled to. He always feels that the young woman in front of him is somewhat familiar. It would be great if it was a romance animation from his previous life.

It's time for me to have a sweet love too!

"I'm back!"

At this moment, a childish voice came from outside the door, and a young child walked into the house.

"My son is back." Fugaku smiled and turned around to look at the child who came in.

The child was about three or four years old. He was wearing a loose suit with a round fan pattern painted on his back.

He has black hair and black eyes, and there is an inconspicuous nasolabial fold on his young face.

Fugaku looked at the round fan on the child's back and his tender face, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Wait, this fan is... the Uchiha clan emblem???

And why does this kid look so familiar?

"Itachi, you're back. The meal will be ready soon. Your father just came back from the front line today. You two can have a good chat." The wife's gentle voice came from the kitchen.

The little boy nodded and called out to Fugaku obediently, "Father."

Uchiha Itachi!

Fugaku looked at the well-behaved child, and the smile on his face became a little stiff.

Uchiha Itachi, is he his son?

In other words, he is now the patriarch of the Uchiha clan, Uchiha Fugaku, known as the "Evil Eyes"!

Spicy balls!

Wouldn't he be killed by this ungrateful person in front of him in the future?

[Ding, time travel is successful, good father system loading is complete, host: Uchiha Fugaku]

[Automatically bind offline: Uchiha Itachi (1/1)]

[System function: This system strives to create a good father image for you. As long as the offline strength increases, the host's will increase exponentially. ]

Just when Fugaku was thinking about whether to scrap this big trumpet and practice a small trumpet with Mikoto.

A series of prompt sounds rang out in his mind, along with the memories that originally belonged to Fugaku merging into his mind.

He was stunned as he absorbed Hara Fugaku's memories, various trivialities of life, and secret ninjutsu techniques into his brain.

This made his previously stiff smile come alive again, as if he had finally caught up with the goddess he had been licking for years.

The system necessary for time travelers has arrived, so what is he afraid of?

Let him see what the system functions.

Good Dad System?

Will your son become stronger by teaching him?

The corners of Fugaku's mouth curled up in a strange angle. Okay, okay, let's play it this way, ok?

He looked at Itachi who was walking towards him, recalled the scene in the original book where the father said goodbye to his son and laughed, and slowly pulled out his belt.

"Itachi, you haven't slacked off in your training in the past few months since I left for the battlefield, have you?"

"I have been practicing hard these days."

"Then let me test the results of your training. As the son of Uchiha Fugaku, you cannot be too weak."

Mikoto, who was cooking, poked her head out of the kitchen when she heard that.

"Hey, Fugaku, it's time to eat now."

"It's okay, let's just practice in the yard, it will be quick." Fugaku showed an evil smile on his face.

He couldn't wait to let Itachi feel his father's love that was as heavy as a mountain.

…

Next to the pool in the courtyard.

The young Uchiha Itachi made a sign of opposition with a serious expression, marking the beginning of the battle.

Looking at Itachi who was making hand seals methodically, Fugaku returned the gesture with the same gesture.

Swish, swish, swish!

The next moment, Uchiha Itachi threw the shuriken in his hand.

A barrage of shurikens came over, aiming directly at Fugaku's forehead and chest.

Although he is only three years old, as a traditional Uchiha genius, he has already mastered the Uchiha throwing technique.

Knowing that his father's strength far exceeded his own, he did not hold back at all.

"Basic throwing techniques." Fugaku commented indifferently.

The next moment, a kunai was thrown out by him.

The kunai was launched later but arrived first, drawing a graceful arc in the air.

Clank, clank, clank, clank…

The kunai actually knocked down all the shurikens by its ricocheting motion, and then rushed towards Uchiha Itachi without slowing down.

As the current patriarch of the Uchiha clan and the most powerful Uchiha among the Mesozoic era, Fugaku's Uchiha throwing skills are naturally also top-notch.

The moment Uchiha Itachi attacked, he had already analyzed all the angles of the shurikens and calculated the best route in an instant, so that he could block all the shurikens with one kunai.

"So strong!" Uchiha Itachi was shocked.

In previous battles with him, my father had never shown this kind of method before, and he basically just gave instructions.

The feeling of oppression is completely different from now.

Looking at the flying kunai, Itachi dragged his small body and struggled to jump to the side, finally avoiding the attack.

But the whistling sound of the kunai cutting through the air still made his heart tremble.

Is this my father's true strength?

"Is this all you can do, Itachi? With such strength, you are not qualified to be my son. As the son of the Uchiha clan leader, you must live up to the title of the strongest of the younger generation." Uchiha Fugaku's voice was flat but with a hint of disappointment.

It seems that he thinks Uchiha Itachi's strength is too shameful.

hateful.

Uchiha Itachi gritted his teeth, turned over and stood up.

He didn't want his father to look down on him.

"Father, be careful. The move I'm going to use next is very dangerous." Uchiha Itachi's expression turned serious.

Fugaku raised his eyebrows, showing some interest.

Si - Wei - Shen - Hai - Wu - Yin

I saw Uchiha Itachi making hand seals quickly.

Although he looked a little unfamiliar with the technique, his speed was probably faster than some Genin.

"This is... the Great Fireball Technique?" Fugaku was a little surprised.

How old is Itachi? Has he already mastered the Great Fireball Technique?

This is really abnormal, is this a genius?

Fugaku sighed, but his hands did not slow down at all, and his hands turned into afterimages because of the rapid seals.

My foolish son, after learning the Fireball Technique, he started talking nonsense about asking you to be careful.

Then let me wake you up!

Si - Wei - Shen - Hai - Wu - Yin

The exact same action was repeated on Fugaku's hand.

But the speed was many times faster than Itachi's.

"Fire Style, Great Fireball Technique!" the father and son said in unison.

Two balls of fire came out of their mouths at the same time.

Itachi blew out a fireball the size of his head.

At his age, being able to perform ninjutsu is an absolute genius.

Fugaku, on the other hand, spewed out a fireball that was as big as a lake.

The white clouds in the sky seemed to be reflected red by this blow, the air became hot, and the water in the pool beside evaporated, giving off a white mist.

"Are you… are you kidding me?"

Itachi's fireball was disintegrated at the moment of collision, and the flames crushed towards Itachi like an irresistible mountain.

Looking at the huge fireball coming towards him, Uchiha Itachi stood there blankly, with a layer of fine beads of sweat on his tender cheeks.

The fear of death enveloped his whole body, and he was so frightened that he could not respond at all.

In other words, all his methods were in vain in front of this huge fireball.

My dear father.

I'm just a three-year-old kid who hasn't even attended a ninja school. Do you really want me to face such an attack?