The Bald Thug of Uchiha's Family

“Uchiha Genzo!”

Tuan Zang sat in the dark, with gauze and bandage tied to his right body, and something that seemed heavy in the bandage on his right hand.

Danzo did not cover his right hand with a piece of cloth at this time.

He sat quietly in that seat, dark but empty around him.

“My physical problem has been solved, the next step is to supplement its deficiencies!”

Danzo touched his right arm with his left hand. The place was completely wrapped, and it was impossible to see what was hidden.

There was a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, the scar on his chin was even more hideous when he smiled, and the endless cruelty and persevering killing intent appeared in the one eye.

“It’s not the time yet, it’s coming! To supplement my body, as a member of the Uchiha family, it is considered to be a contribution to Konoha’s future!”

The darkness spread, Danzo’s figure melted into the darkness, only one eye exuded a light called ambition in the darkness!

…

Uchiha Itachi, as soon as December is over, he is four years old.

In recent months, he has been doing pretty well. Although the most admired Xuan Zang Li Murakami was on the battlefield, he trained with his father every day and met another tribe that he recognized very well—Uchiha Shisui.

During this period, Itachi would go to the training ground of the Uchiha police force to participate in training every day. Although he was only over three years old, his talent had already been revealed.

Especially with regard to the throwing of the ninja, Itachi seemed to be born with it, and the ninja seemed to be alive in his hands.

On the one hand, it was because of Itachi’s identity, and on the other hand, because Itachi really made the ninjas in the police force admire.

After two visits, Itachi obtained the qualification to train on the training ground.

Today, Zhishui did not have a mission. The entire Ninja world was in war, and the amount of missions issued to various Ninja villages was naturally sharply reduced.

Another is that Zhishui also has certain requirements for tasks, similar to the task of finding the cats lost by grandma in the whole village, or helping the seasonally blind grandfather to harvest crops. Zhishui has no energy to do it.

“Zhishui, teach me how to use a knife!”

Itachi pulled the corners of Shishui’s clothes with a serious tone.

He raised his head, his black and white eyes were staring at Zhishui in front of him.

“Well, are you sure! Your father is better than me in this respect, why should I teach you?”

Zhishui patted Itachi on the shoulder, his tone a little helpless.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to teach, but that he doesn’t know how to teach.

Let Itachi practice stubbornly, just as if he didn’t teach; try to teach, he has no clue anyway.

After all, Zhishui was still a child who had not grown up, and he couldn’t do well in teaching others this kind of work.

Seeing the firmness of Itachi again, Shishui could only agree.

“Okay, okay, we can communicate more, I can use my experience to give you some guidance!”

“Okay, thank you Zhishui!”

Itachi has a happy face and makes a fist with his right hand.

“call!”

Zhishui breathed a sigh of relief, while other members of the police force who saw the two communicating with each other not far away smiled.

…

Yeah! Yeah!

Uchiha Tomitake sat at the desk, flipping through the reports of the Uchiha family this quarter, and there was a knock on the door.

Didn’t you all say not to disturb me for a few hours?

A trace of doubt appeared on Uchiha Tomitake’s face, but he immediately put down the file in his hand.

“Come in!”