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As Itachi was pushed forward, he looked back incredulously.
The young man standing not far from the two gave him a familiar smile.
Upon entering the Uchiha compound, Itachi rushed home without stopping. He had to stop his father before the coup began.
While he still had a choice, he had to protect his family at least.
A surge of ecstasy bloomed in Itachi's chest, especially upon seeing that person.
Shisui... probably wasn't dead yet.
Everything that had been continuously spiraling downwards might still have a chance to turn around!
Ever since becoming a double agent for Konoha and the Uchiha, he had been tossing and turning in darkness.
In these final moments, a spark of hope suddenly flickered.
Even if he still had responsibilities to bear afterward, he wanted to grasp this sliver of hope as tightly as possible.
Itachi remembered his agreement with "Madara Uchiha," but that was someone he contacted privately.
He intended to hide this matter from Hatake Kuroshi, so he conveniently hadn't mentioned it earlier. It should already be the limit for the two of them to handle so many people.
After persuading his father, he would personally go to stop Madara Uchiha.
That was also something he could do.
Hatake Kuroshi watched Itachi's figure quickly disappear and adjusted the mask back onto his own face.
Looking left and right, he dragged a nearby stone table used for resting in front of the Uchiha compound's main gate, moving the chairs over as well.
Hatake Kuroshi sat down quite casually on a chair and looked towards Shisui beside him.
"How about it?"
"Doesn't it feel like 'This road is mine, these trees I planted; if you want to pass, leave your toll money behind'?"
Hatake Kuroshi even made a cool gesture under his chin, raising an eyebrow at Shisui.
Shisui looked at his face, only barely able to see the eye patch twitch, guessing he might have raised an eyebrow.
And that string of words left Shisui looking completely bewildered.
Strange phrases often popped out of Hatake Kuroshi's mouth, spoken extremely quickly, with a certain rhythm.
It always felt like this guy was well-suited to be a rapper.
Although Shisui didn't quite understand the meaning, he was already a level-ten master of perfunctory agreement.
He nodded at Hatake Kuroshi and commented.
"Not bad, quite the vibe."
The smile on Hatake Kuroshi's face instantly widened. One hand casually pointed towards a direction within the compound.
Hatake Kuroshi could already skillfully use the ability of the Six Eyes to scout the enemy situation.
Although due to range limitations, he couldn't sense every inch of the Uchiha compound.
But as long as he caused chaos among a portion of the Root members, the others would surely get involved too.
"Yosh! Go, Shisui!"
"Use the same attitude they had when pursuing you relentlessly against them!"
Shisui couldn't help but chuckle lightly, his figure swiftly vanishing from the spot.
Within a few minutes, several loud bangs echoed from the direction Hatake Kuroshi had just pointed.
Then, thick smoke billowed up from within the Uchiha compound.
Clearly, the fighting had already started fiercely.
Hatake Kuroshi rested his chin on his hand, staring at the curtains bearing the Uchiha fan crest on both sides of the gate, gently swayed by the breeze.
"Please stop the coup! There are other ways to resolve the conflict!"
Under the watchful eyes of everyone present, Itachi knelt directly before Fugaku, who stood at the forefront, his expression firm.
"No matter what, please do not leave the compound!"
A dead silence fell over all the clansmen in the room, as if everyone had stopped breathing.
Fugaku hesitated for a moment. Itachi had never really supported the coup.
But before Itachi was certain, he had never shown any obvious sign of protest.
Now, with the coup imminent, Itachi suddenly standing up to protest was completely unlike him.
Unless—he truly had a way to resolve this matter.
Fugaku trusted Itachi enough; if it was a method Itachi believed in, perhaps it could really turn the tide.
However, in the current situation, he couldn't show it too obviously.
After all, Itachi's status and reputation within the clan were somewhat complicated.
Pairs of eyes in the room stared at Fugaku and Itachi, not just about the clan's affairs, but also watching Fugaku's family matters.
Fugaku's every move at this moment would bring different opinions within the clan.
The clan had already lost faith in Itachi. Even if just for show, as the clan head, he had to convince the others.
With a sharp smack, a handprint appeared on Itachi's face.
Fugaku's hand trembled slightly as he sternly berated Itachi.
"Why did you come back here!"
Those pairs of eyes watching the spectacle fixed on the father and son duo upfront, faintly revealing mockery.
Inaudible whispers buzzed around like flies.
Itachi had long understood that the clan members were rotten to the core, beyond saving.
He also knew better than anyone how difficult his father's position as clan head was. Even if his father was unwilling, the clansmen would watch, forcing his hand.
Itachi lowered his eyes without looking up.
"Please do not go out."
"No matter what, please do not go out tonight."
Itachi's every action undoubtedly provoked the radicals within the clan.
"Traitor!"
"The guy who betrayed the clan! Ever since Shisui died, I knew this guy couldn't be trusted!"
"Since you're unwilling, then we'll just have to go out ourselves!"
The war-hungry, fervent radicals sitting below instantly shouted out.
Along with the radicals' cries, a series of roaring explosions suddenly sounded from outside the house.
The smell of gunpowder spread with the airflow. The radicals instantly roused, almost immediately concluding it was Itachi and his group's betrayal.
They then swarmed out.
Fugaku and Mikoto were left behind to watch Itachi, lest he go inform the village side.
Only women, children, and some non-radicals remained in the brightly lit room.
Everyone was silent, waiting for this night to pass quickly.
After leaving the house, the crowd split into two groups. A small portion went to check the location of the explosions.
The other part charged straight towards the compound gate.
However, the massive crowd blocking the entrance saw the strange masked person sitting right in the middle of the gateway.
Under the pale moonlight, he sat casually at the entrance of the Uchiha clan.
As if intending to stop all of them single-handedly.
They had considered that Itachi might bring various enemies upon them, but it shouldn't be just one person.
His figure was lean and tall, looking only about sixteen or seventeen.
The clamor instantly quieted down; the crowd stopped as if a pause button had been pressed.
The stone table seemed to completely divide the inside from the outside.
Hatake Kuroshi met the gaze of the suddenly silent crowd for a second, tilted his head playfully, and spoke cheerfully.
"Whoa~! So many people. I didn't know the Uchiha had this many people before."
"But, didn't Itachi tell you guys not to come out?"
With just two sentences, Hatake Kuroshi completely gave away his allegiance.
Wearing a mask looked slightly comical, but at first glance, he undoubtedly belonged to the village's side.
However, whether ANBU or Root, neither was viewed favorably by the Uchiha clan.
"Only shady characters wear masks! Take off your mask if you dare!"
One shout stirred up a thousand waves; instantly, everyone around reacted, the noise quickly swelling.
The Uchiha clan was most famous for its Fire Release (Katon). A sea of flames instantly ignited in front of Hatake Kuroshi.
Shuriken and kunai engulfed in flames flew out one after another.
This posture showed absolutely no intention of holding back.
"This person seems to have no chakra at all."
A few people in the back ranks muttered belatedly.
Not everyone could awaken the Sharingan. Although the Uchiha clan was numerous, there were also many mediocre members.
Plenty hadn't awakened their eyes.
Coupled with the earlier impassioned crowd, some people hadn't even gotten a clear look at Hatake Kuroshi's face before attacking.
"You didn't see clearly, right? Didn't he just say he knew Itachi?"
"Who cares! How could a normal person appear here at this time!"
That moment of hesitation was instantly buried.
Even if they might mistakenly kill an ordinary person, it could only be blamed on this person's bad luck.
Hatake Kuroshi's eyes snapped wide open, staring intently at the flames about to engulf him.
Limitless Cursed Technique!
The crimson tongues of fire instantly lunged forward. Hatake Kuroshi's eyes just stared straight ahead, without even blinking.
The overwhelming scarlet flames brushed right past Hatake Kuroshi; though close, a distance was always maintained.
Although it looked like he was about to be burned, in reality, he couldn't be burned at all.
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