The domineering Uchiha drove the Third Hokage mad!

Chapter 135 Itachi, Be My Son!

Two years ago, after Fugaku Uchiha's funeral, Itachi Uchiha became somewhat silent.

Lately, every time Mikoto Uchiha sees her son, she can sense Itachi's loneliness and repression.

Seeing Itachi Uchiha becoming increasingly withdrawn, Mikoto Uchiha felt as if her heart was being torn apart.

She knew that if no action was taken, her son might fall into even deeper suffering.

After careful consideration, Mikoto Uchiha decided to seek help from Mitsunaka Uchiha.

She brought tea into the study, her voice filled with undisguised anxiety: "My lord... I must talk to you about Itachi."

Uchiha Mitsunori looked up from the official scroll and hugged Mikoto: "What did Itachi do to make you so worried?"

Mikoto Uchiha's hand trembled slightly: "That child... something's wrong with him. He came to see me, but he was like a soulless puppet. He didn't speak, he didn't smile, there was no light in his eyes... I'm afraid... because of Fugaku's death... his heart... has turned to darkness."

Uchiha Mitsunori kissed her lips, comforting her, "Mikoto, Itachi is very intelligent, even far more intelligent than his peers. But please remember, no matter how many ninjutsu he has mastered or how complex the principles he has understood, he is still just a seven-year-old child."

His gaze deepened: "Bearing pressures beyond one's years, witnessing death, and experiencing change too early, without proper guidance, can easily distort the mind and lead one astray into prejudice and darkness."

Mikoto Uchiha gazed at him, a hint of worry in her eyes: "Husband, do you have any way to help Itachi?"

Uchiha Mitsunori tapped his fingers lightly on the table, making a decision: "I cannot stand by and watch Itachi perish because of a lack of love and belonging. He needs security, he needs a complete family. I have decided to adopt Itachi as my stepson, to make him the older brother of Bai Qi and Kikyo."

Mikoto Uchiha frowned slightly, hesitating, "Will this work? Won't Itachi be even more resistant?"

Uchiha Mitsunori smiled slightly and gently kissed Mikoto's lips again: "Mikoto, don't worry too much. Itachi is only seven years old. No matter how precocious he is, he is still a child. He has experienced too many changes, and it's normal that his heart is temporarily closed. Haven't we recently added two lively little ones to the manor? Take Itachi to see them more often; perhaps it will gradually open his heart."

So, Mikoto began to frequently take Itachi to Sara and Yukichie's bedroom.

At first, Itachi always stood at a distance, quietly observing everything.

Princess Sara was a cheerful person. She took the swaddled Bai Qi and handed him to Itachi.

She greeted him warmly, "Hey, Itachi, come see your little brother!"

Princess Xue Qianhui was relatively gentle. She softly said to Itachi, "Itachi, would you like to touch your little sister? Her little hands are so small and so soft."

After hearing this, Itachi hesitated for a moment, then slowly and very carefully approached the swaddled baby Shiro.

When he finally held that heavy, soft little body in his arms for the first time.

He froze completely, as if he had turned into a piece of wood, and dared not move at all.

Strangely enough, the little Bai Qi, who had been crying incessantly, gradually calmed down and stopped crying in Itachi's slightly cold embrace.

On another occasion, Kikyo's delicate fingers unconsciously grasped a strand of Itachi's black hair that was hanging down, making a soft "ee-ya" sound.

At that moment, an indescribable, subtle, and warm feeling quietly seeped into the slumbering heart of the weasel.

He no longer needed his mother's guidance; he would silently walk to the outside of the Child Nursery Hall after finishing his cultivation.

Sometimes I would just sit quietly and listen to their lively, babbling voices.

His face gradually showed subtle, childlike expressions.

Uchiha Mitsunori took in all these changes. He called out to Itachi, who was about to visit his younger siblings, from under the corridor.

Uchiha Itachi stopped and bowed respectfully: "Uncle Sanmine."

Uchiha Mitsumine crouched down, bringing his line of sight to Itachi's.

He looked very earnestly into his eyes: "Itachi, seeing your concern for your younger siblings is a good thing. I want you to have a normal childhood, with family to protect and elders to rely on. Itachi, be my son, let me guide you and give you a real home."

Uchiha Itachi was stunned, and a faint blush appeared on his fair cheeks at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He subconsciously looked at his mother, Uchiha Mikoto, who was standing to the side.

Mikoto Uchiha's eyes were filled with tears of encouragement and expectation.

She gently stroked Itachi's hair and whispered, "Itachi, say yes. Mitsumine truly cares for us and will be a good father. You...you call him 'Papa'...okay?"

Her voice held a hint of pleading, hoping that her son could truly integrate into this new family and open his heart.

Princess Sarah, holding Bai Qi, joined in with a smile, "Yes, little weasel, this is your home now, call him Daddy! Look, Bai Qi is waiting to hear it!"

Bai Qi, nestled in her arms, let out a timely gurgling sound and waved his little fist.

Xue Qianhui held Kikyo in her arms and softly echoed, "Itachi, this is your home."

Itachi Uchiha's face turned even redder. He lowered his head, his fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of his clothes.

His memories of his biological father, Fugaku Uchiha, remain vivid, and he has an instinctive sense of awe for the title "father."

He pursed his lips, as if he were going through an extremely difficult internal struggle.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of silence, Itachi Uchiha slowly raised his head.

His cheeks were still flushed, his eyes were slightly darting, and he tentatively called out in an almost inaudible voice, "Dad..."

Although the sound was soft, it clearly reached everyone's ears.

Upon hearing this, Uchiha Mitsunori's smile widened instantly.

It was a genuine smile from the heart, filled with satisfaction and joy.

He reached out and pulled Itachi into his arms, pulling him close with a firm yet gentle embrace, patting his back: "Itachi... from now on, you're my good son!"

Mikoto Uchiha's tears finally fell, but they were tears of joy.

Sarah and Yukichi smiled at each other, and the atmosphere became incredibly warm.

Uchiha Itachi buried his face in his shoulder, feeling the unfamiliar yet warm embrace.

His ears turned bright red, and the complex emotions in his heart were slowly replaced by an unprecedented sense of security.