Chapter 6 "Now I'll give you another choice, no..."
Despite the recent internal turmoil within the Uchiha clan, it doesn't affect your daily routine at all. Life remains as leisurely as ever, so leisurely that some people can't stand it anymore. You mentioned before that Shisui and Itachi becoming friends means they have something in common: they both get stuck on details and ask probing questions.
However, Shisui is a little more tactful, and he always brings something when he comes to see you. For example, right now, he brought some sweets, which are very much to the taste of the Uchiha people and contain a lethal amount of sugar. Just looking at them makes your teeth hurt. Shisui said, "Don't worry, this is the reduced-sugar version."
It's hard to say. The reduction in sugar in the Uchiha clan is the same as the reduction in sugar. Just like the Uchiha clan's emotions, they are incredibly intense. You might say, "Then why don't you just get straight to the point and say why you came to see me?"
It's a bit of a shame that you had already finished your work for the day when he arrived, but you can always give him some work if you want. While organizing the documents you gave him, he said, "These things are not convenient to say in the office."
There are several other Uchiha in this office besides you. As soon as Shisui said that, you saw the Uchiha around you prick up their ears, clearly wanting to hear the gossip. You sighed, got up, pushed your chair under the desk, hooked your coat on the chair, and said to him, "Let's go then, let's talk somewhere else."
The other Uchiha members were also somewhat disappointed.
In the end, we went to Zhishui's apartment. There was a pair of slippers specially prepared for you in his shoe cabinet. They had a white rabbit pattern. You said, "Why do you think I would suit white rabbit slippers?" Actually, rabbits don't have a very good temper. It's just that people always like to associate rabbits with softness and cuteness.
Zhi Shui readily apologized, "I'm sorry, I'll get a different pair next time."
Hopefully, this won't happen again. You don't want to be the spiritual mentor for this group of Uchiha.
Knowing your habits, Zhi Shui opened the refrigerator to pour you water, cut up some fruit, and sat down at the coffee table with the tea, fruit, and snacks. He said, "Won't you try some fruit?"
"...You should tell me first, rather than that."
Shisui pushed the teacup towards you, lowered his eyes, and said, "I think you've probably already noticed the contradictions within the Uchiha clan. So, what's your take on this?"
What? It's still the same old topic. If I wrote your conversation into a paper, the plagiarism rate would probably be as high as 90%. You say, "This has nothing to do with me."
Shisui continued talking to himself about how he had tried his best to mediate between Konoha and the Uchiha clan, but with little success. He said the situation had now spiraled out of control, and he was prepared for the worst, adding, "If it comes to a point where it's necessary—"
With a crunch, that was the sound of you forking the rabbit apple and biting into it, the sweet and sour juice filling your mouth. You said, "What if? You're not thinking of exchanging your own death for peace, are you? Hmm... you really are just like Itachi."
"What?" He was taken aback.
"Although you are a genius, you don't have that much influence in politics. Your death won't cause much of a stir; simply put, it's useless." He ate the remaining half of the apple. "Only by surviving can there be more possibilities."
Zhi Shui looked sad and bewildered. After watching for a while, you felt that you were being too petty with him. You took a bite of the pastry he bought, and sure enough, it was so sweet that your teeth ached. You drank several sips of tea to suppress the strong sweetness and said, "That's it. Think about what I said. I should go back."
This time you didn't let Shisui escort you home, to avoid Sasuke seeing you and throwing a tantrum. You don't care if he throws a tantrum, it's just that he kept staring at you during dinner and that made you feel uncomfortable.
The first thing I do when I get home is to open my system panel and check the business status, including not only the business status but also the specific situation of the orphanage I set up.
Based on the data presented last time, your orphanage has indeed attracted many outstanding talents, especially that orphan who can make ice—ah, in this world's terms, the child with the Ice Release bloodline limit.
The child's name was easy to remember; it was Bai.
The letter that the orphanage staff sent last time mentioned this child, saying that he was practicing diligently every day.
Well, although you hated the "King of Intrigue" in your past life, you actually quite like your subordinates who are good at intriguing themselves in this life. You don't even need to say anything; they just get into it on their own.
Because of this, you even wrote him a letter. One of the advantages of having a system is that communication is very convenient. You can directly edit the letter inside the system, click send, and the letter will be delivered to the desk of the person in charge of the orphanage in the next second.
The envelope also had your mark on it. The orphanage director who received the letter found Bai, who was cultivating, and beckoned to him, "Bai, come here, there is a letter for you here."
Bai tilted his head, slightly puzzled, but still obediently ran over. "What's this?"
The dean said, "It was a letter from that official. He probably thinks you are very hardworking."
Bai blinked, smiled, and took the letter from the dean with both hands. He didn't open it immediately, but waited until after he finished his cultivation and washed up. In the quiet of the night, he sat on the edge of the bed with his pet rabbit in his arms and carefully opened the envelope, as if he were opening the most precious gift in the world.
He took out the letter and unfolded it. "Your letter isn't very long, and it's written in a very polite way, but..." He read it over and over again, almost memorizing the contents. He hugged the rabbit and rubbed its fluffy head. "Gloo, look, this is a letter from that lady. She said—she's looking forward to the day she sees me."
He was really looking forward to it too.
That night, the child fell asleep happily, clutching the soft gray rabbit. In his dream, he seemed to see the adult. Although he couldn't see the face clearly, the person was as gentle as he had imagined.
While Haku was drifting off to sleep and enjoying a sweet dream, you, far away in Konoha, were still reviewing reports sent by your subordinates from various companies. You read on until well past midnight, and you even started to think about whether you should hire another secretary. However, you need to carefully select a secretary, and it's inconvenient for you to choose one while you're in Konoha, so you can only stay up a little longer on your own.
As you waited, you seemed to hear footsteps outside the door. The business disappeared from your room's doorway. Who was standing outside your room? You guessed it was Itachi, and it turned out to be him. You hadn't locked the door, so you just let him open it and come in.
Finally finished reading the documents, you rubbed your temples and Itachi said, "Why aren't you asleep yet, it's so late?"
"Probably because they guessed you'd come to talk to me late at night." You leaned against the headboard, looking languid.
Itachi chuckled. "You're joking again."
"So what do you want to say?"
"Did you go to Zhishui's apartment today?"
What kind of tone was that? Was he questioning you? He's only two months older than you, yet he thinks he has the right to lecture you like an elder? Why hasn't he ever corrected this habit?
"Yes, he invited me," you said, your eyes were a little sore from looking at so many documents.
The weasel noticed your little habit of rubbing your eyes, so it reached out and grabbed your wrist, like a concerned parent, and said, "Don't rub your eyes like that, are your eyes sore?"
As he spoke, he pressed several acupoints around your eyes. Overuse of the Sharingan by the Uchiha clan can also cause eye strain, so most Uchiha people know some eye care tips.
To be honest, his massage did have some effect; your tone softened considerably. As he gently stroked your brow and the ends of your eyebrows with his fingertips, he said, "You never miss a single one of his invitations."
"Yeah, you have a problem with that?" You opened your eyes and looked at him. The distance between you was a bit close, and you could see his long, thick eyelashes, like a delicate doll. He said, "No, I was just thinking that I spend more time with you than with him, so why would you rather open up to him than talk to me a little more?"
This is so troublesome. Everyone's thoughts are twisted like a pretzel. You slap his hand away. "He's the one who's opening up to me. He's talking about the same old things, nothing interesting. He said he'd sacrifice himself for peace, but I think that's a stupid thing to do. He thinks too highly of himself. What difference does it make if an Uchiha with no background dies?"
Itachi knelt beside you, and he subconsciously thought of himself, saying, "If I were him, I would have done the same."
All I heard was a sneer from you, "I knew it, no wonder you two can be friends, you think alike."
Itachi tilted his head back and placed his palm against your cheek. "So, how will you react to that?"
What other reaction could there be? You just think they're stubborn, but if it were him doing that...
Remembering how Itachi, relying on his nominal status as your older brother, had made many decisions for you without your consent, you felt a surge of vengeful malice. You said, "Since you did this for peace, for the Uchiha and Konoha, what if I said I could grant your wish?"
With your current power, solving this problem is no big deal. After all, you were able to write to the Daimyo of the Land of Water to interfere in the affairs of Kirigakure before. Now you are just doing the same thing to get the Daimyo of the Land of Fire involved.
"Of course, you'll get paid too," Itachi thought you were joking. He said, "What?"
“I can solve your problems, but you will have to pay a price. Hmm... let me think about it. Since you are prepared to sacrifice yourself for peace, I will give you another choice: why not sacrifice yourself for me?”
As you trample the pride of the Uchiha genius underfoot, a sinister pleasure secretly wells up inside you.
A note from the author:
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Mingxi: Trampling on his dignity to the core, hmph! [Laughs loudly]
Itachi: My sweetheart is taking the initiative [Please!]
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