The domineering Uchiha drove the Third Hokage mad!

Chapter 229 Xingchi, You Are a Once-in-a-Year Genius

The next morning, the first rays of sunlight shone on the two people sleeping in each other's arms.

Uchiha Mitsunori slowly opened his eyes; most of his chakra had been restored.

Last night's dual cultivation with Uzumaki Megumi fully nourished my depleted meridians, and even my golden Rinnegan became much more stable.

He gently brushed aside the strands of hair that had fallen onto Huiyi's cheek, his fingertips tracing her soft eyebrows and eyes.

Huiyi's eyelashes fluttered, her eyes still blurry with sleep: "Husband, you're awake so early! Are you feeling better?"

Uchiha Mitsunori lowered his head and gave him a light kiss: "Much better. With your chakra nourishing you, you're recovering faster than expected. Get up quickly, it's almost time for breakfast."

Whirlpool Huiyi raised her hand and pinched his cheek: "Who told you to play so wildly last night? You almost broke me apart."

After washing up, the two walked hand in hand toward the palace's dining room.

By this time, the restaurant had become lively, with the nine children making quite a racket.

Sasuke is the child of Mitsuhine and Mikoto. He is over 7 years old this year and has inherited the stubbornness and arrogance of the Uchiha clan.

He was resting his chin on his hand, having only taken two bites of the fried fish in front of him, but his eyes kept glancing at Xingchi across from him with a hint of smugness.

He awakened his Sharingan when he was 6 years old last year, and now at the age of 7, he has awakened the two-tomoe Sharingan.

Yesterday, during their competition, he easily "defeated" his brother Stephen Chow.

"Dad! Mom!"

Karin, wearing a pink dress and with her hair in two buns, jumped off her chair as soon as she saw her parents walk in.

The little leather shoes clattered as she ran over, hugged Sanfeng's leg, and shook it: "Yesterday, you said you'd help me build sandcastles, are you going today?"

Uchiha Mitsunori bent down and picked up Karin, weighing her in his hand and playfully pinching her little nose: "Of course, Daddy keeps his word."

He carried Xianglin to the dining table and sat down. His gaze swept over Xingchi, and he saw that the child was picking at his porridge with his head down, not even touching his favorite grilled fish.

"Stephen Chow, why aren't you eating the fried fish? It's a special dish made by the kitchen using a secret recipe. Didn't you say you really wanted to eat it?"

Stephen Chow looked up, his little face showing obvious disappointment, his eyes a little red, and shook his head: "Dad, I'll eat later."

After saying that, she quickly lowered her head, her fingers tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, and secretly glanced at Sasuke.

Just now, Sasuke deliberately tapped his bowl with his chopsticks and muttered under his breath, "Brother Xingchi is really useless. His ninjutsu is no match for mine, and his taijutsu is terrible too!"

Uchiha Mitsunori didn't point it out on the spot, but simply picked up a piece of deboned fried fish and put it in Xingchi's bowl: "Eat something, you'll need to work hard to build the sandcastle later, you can't go hungry."

As breakfast was nearing its end, Sasuke suddenly put down his chopsticks and deliberately raised his voice, saying, "Dad, yesterday I had a ninjutsu and taijutsu match with Stephen Chow, and I easily defeated him using my Sharingan!"

As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows smugly, as if waiting for praise.

Mikoto quickly tugged at Sasuke's sleeve and whispered, "Sasuke, you're not allowed to talk about your brother like that."

But Sasuke broke free from her hand and continued to look at his father, his eyes full of expectation.

Every time he demonstrates the power of his Sharingan, his father praises him for his skill, and this time will certainly be no exception.

Unexpectedly, Uchiha Sanfeng simply nodded, but his gaze fell on Xingchi, and he said softly, "Xingchi, I know you've worked very hard, but you haven't yet shown your full potential."

Sasuke's smile froze instantly, his lips pursed slightly, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

Even though he clearly won, why did his father praise Stephen Chow instead?

After breakfast, the children ran to play in the courtyard. Karin pulled Kazuki's stroller and excitedly planned how to build a sandcastle.

Uchiha Sanfeng found an opportunity to pull Xingchi aside to the pavilion, intending to have a good talk with him.

As soon as Xingchi stood still, his eyes welled up with tears, and his voice trembled with sobs: "Dad, am I stupid? Sasuke already has a two-tomoe Sharingan, but I can't even awaken it. I even lost to him in yesterday's match, and he said I was useless..."

Uchiha Mitsunori gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, his tone exceptionally earnest: "Xingchi, you are a once-in-a-century genius, but your talent needs to be 'accumulated over time.' Like a sapling buried in the soil, it needs to slowly take root and absorb nutrients. In the future, your strength will be enough to defeat a hundred Sasukes."

Xingchi suddenly raised his head, his previously dim eyes instantly brightening like stars that had been lit up. He grabbed Sanfeng's hand in disbelief: "Father, is this true? Can I really be stronger than Sasuke?"

Uchiha Mitsunori ruffled his hair and said seriously, "Of course it's true. When has your father ever lied to you? This is your unique talent; it just hasn't been shown yet."

Xingchi gripped Sanfeng's hand tightly, the disappointment on his face vanishing, replaced by boundless enthusiasm.

"Then I will definitely train hard from now on! In the future, I will protect Mom, protect Karin-neechan, and help Dad protect the ninja world!"

Seeing his father take Xingchi away alone, Sasuke felt resentful and secretly followed.

Upon hearing his father say that Stephen Chow could defeat a hundred of him, he immediately stepped out from behind the tree.

He stood before them, hands on his hips, his eyes filled with grievance and resentment: "Dad! You're biased! I'm clearly the strongest! I awakened my Sharingan when I was six, and now I have two tomoe! Stephen Chow doesn't even have a Sharingan, how could he be stronger than me? You just like Stephen Chow and not me!"

As he spoke, Sasuke's eyes reddened. What he cared about most was his father's approval, but his father said in front of Stephen Chow that Stephen Chow could defeat a hundred of him, which made him feel extremely wronged.

Seeing Sasuke's excited expression, Uchiha Mitsunori beckoned him over: "Sasuke, come here, Daddy has something to say to you."

Sasuke hesitated for a moment, then walked over with a pout, but deliberately stood a little further away, clearly still sulking.

Uchiha Mitsunori reached out and pulled him to his side, patting his head: "Dad isn't biased. Sasuke, your Sharingan is amazing, that's a fact, and Dad has always been proud of you. But you have to understand that everyone's talent is different. Xingchi's strength lies in his gradual accumulation of knowledge and experience, and that's his advantage."

Seeing Sasuke's gradually softening expression, he paused and continued, "Furthermore, true strength isn't about showing off, but about constantly striving to become stronger. Just because you're better than Stephen Chow now doesn't mean you'll always be better; and just because Stephen Chow isn't as good as you now doesn't mean he won't be in the future. You're brothers; you should learn from each other, not compare yourselves or belittle each other, understand?"

Sasuke lowered his head, kicked the ground, and muttered softly, "But... I just feel like I'm better than Stephen Chow..."

Uchiha Mitsunori smiled slightly: "Dad knows you're very capable, but you mustn't be arrogant!"