Naruto: The Beautiful Uchiha is Actually Me?

Chapter 30 Oh my god, I can't think of a new title?

When Yan Yi returned home wiping away her tears, Uchiha Tajima, who was supposed to be overseeing various post-war handling tasks, was unexpectedly sitting in the living room.

"came back?"

Tajima had his back to the door, and Yan couldn't clearly see his father's expression, so he felt a little uneasy...

My father must be very disappointed that I failed to gain my teacher's approval and was even "expelled from the school".

With a nervous heart, Yan Yi silently walked to the opposite side of Tajima and knelt down, her body very straight, but her little head was almost lowered so that her face could not be seen.

"I'm sorry, Father... I... I've let you down." Yan Yi's voice trembled slightly, and he didn't dare to look up and meet his father's gaze.

Tajima looked at Yan Yi calmly. He really liked this obedient and sensible son, but just as the Grand Elder had said, he was too simple-minded and kind-hearted, and his emotions were too rich...

"Yan Yi, lift your head..."

Upon hearing her father's instructions, Yan Yi looked aggrieved and raised her head to meet his gaze.

To Yan Yi's surprise, there was no blame in her father's eyes, but rather a hint of...heartache? Or perhaps reluctance?

"Father?"

"You've done very well. I'll arrange a teacher to teach you ninjutsu next. Don't worry, I won't let you get hurt this time."

Tajima didn't care about Yan Yi being kicked out by the teacher, but immediately arranged another teacher for him.

If he had the time to teach his son, he would have loved to personally guide Yan Yi's studies.

After hearing this, Yan felt even more ashamed. Her father hadn't scolded her at all; it was clearly because she hadn't tried hard enough and hadn't been serious enough...

"Oh... I understand! This time I will definitely not let Father down!"

Overwhelmed with sorrow, Yan Yi, who was already prone to tears, couldn't help but start crying again. He kept reflecting on whether he hadn't done well enough, without carefully recalling his repeatedly injured hands and feet.

Tajima sighed helplessly. His son was still the same; although he was very outstanding, he cried too much.

After all, he was going to become a ninja in the future, so he could bleed, but he could never shed tears.

"Alright, you should rest at home for the day. Look, your injuries haven't fully healed..."

After arranging Yan Yi's future life, Tajima prepared to get up and leave.

As they reached the door, Tajima stopped, turned his head slightly, and said to Yan Yi in a somewhat enigmatic tone, "Yan Yi, you don't have to call me that so formally... after all, I am your father."

"!!"

Yan Yi stared wide-eyed, shocked.

Dad? This word seems to have never appeared in his life. Since he was born and can remember things, he has always been called father or father.

The son of the leader of this era is naturally not like that of a commoner family. Tajima is not only Yan Yi's father, but also the head of the Uchiha clan.

After Tajima finished speaking, he left without looking back.

He felt guilty towards Yan Yi during this period, after all, when Madara was learning the basics from Izuna, Tajima was reluctant to send his son to the Grand Elder.

But there's no way around it now; time waits for no one.

Although the Uchiha clan seemed to have the upper hand all along, it was only by uniting with many other clans, including the Hagoromo clan, that they put pressure on the Senju clan.

Tajima was well aware that alliances would never last, and he needed to help Yan Yi grow up quickly before the landscape changed drastically!

Tajima saw the wounds on Yan Yi's hands and feet, and his heart bled as well.

After all, he was her most beloved youngest son; how could she bear to let him suffer such inhuman torment...

After his father left, Yan Yi sat at the table for a long time without making any move.

Although he remembered almost everything from his past life, he always felt that he was not as calm and powerful as the transmigrators he remembered.

I... am more like a child who was born into this world.

She is probably naive and kind-hearted, but also very prone to crying.

What's going on here...?

Although I have a strong will and can endure those grueling training sessions, I am still like a child in many ways... not mature enough and not steady enough.

"dad..."

Yan Yi muttered those two words to himself, feeling somewhat unreal... His father had always been extremely stern in front of him and his brothers.

Although I sometimes check in, it's never been as shocking as this one.

Yan Yi only came to his senses when his legs started to go numb and his feet started to hurt after kneeling in place for a long time.

This time, no tears welled up in his eyes; instead, his gaze hardened with determination.

"I want to become stronger! I will train even harder!"

Yan Yi gradually understood the teacher's intention. It wasn't that the teacher wanted to get rid of her, but rather that she felt she was ready to move on to the next step...

Even though he no longer studies with his teacher, he will still maintain his original training, no matter how hard or tiring it is... whether he bleeds or gets injured, he feels that he can no longer continue to be naive.

......

Ban didn't know that Yan Yi hadn't gone to cultivate today, and it was still early... so after he finished cultivating, he put down his equipment and came to the riverbank.

Standing beside the Naka River, gazing at its surface, Madara wistfully recalled the events of the war...

The horrific scene and the desperate expressions on the faces of his people as they were murdered haunted him.

If he could, he really didn't want to get involved in those fights, but he had no choice. If he didn't attack others, he... and even his brothers couldn't be protected.

"Yan Yi, Izuna and the others have been working so hard, how can I, as their older brother, stand here and be discouraged..."

Ban squatted by the stream, observing his own eyes through the reflection in the water.

Ugh...

Despite his own thoughts, he found it incredibly difficult to accept this cruel reality. On the battlefield... even children around Yan Yi's age on the Senju side were being forced to wear armor and then die in battle...

This is definitely wrong.

Madara believed that he would absolutely not agree to send his younger brother to the battlefield right now! That would be no different from sending him to his death!

Although his own strength is not bad, in a war, he still wouldn't even make a ripple, let alone Yan Yi...

With a pained expression, Ban picked up a small pebble and threw it into the river...

Whoosh~ Thump—

"Uh..."

The pebble only floated on the water twice before sinking, clearly... this time the skipping was a failure.

But just as Madara was about to pick up the second piece, his body suddenly stiffened, and he felt numb all over...

Turning around abruptly, Madara stared speechlessly at a black-haired boy with a watermelon-shaped haircut sneaking up behind him like a dog...

"Wow! You really found out! Haha, this habit of yours is really funny... and your skipping skills are still so terrible~"

"Damn it, it must be because you were standing behind me that I didn't throw it well..."

The person who came was none other than Hashirama. Today, he came to the riverbank and saw Madara, whom he had met once before.

Seeing the boy with the spiky hair, who was about his age, his initially bad mood improved...

Seeing that Madara was a little angry, Hashirama immediately squatted down on the ground, hugging his knees with a wronged expression, and his expression also became gloomy...

"I'm sorry... I was just happy to see you and wanted to play with you, I didn't mean to make you angry..."

Madara's eyelids twitched as he watched Hashirama's sudden dejection. This guy... he was like this last time, always getting depressed!

"No...you...I'm not angry..."

Ban hurriedly explained, after all, he wasn't the type of person who liked to apologize first, and he didn't know how to comfort the other person at this moment.

"Haha! Really! Let's play together?" Hashirama seemed to have suddenly regained his energy. He stood up, bent over, clenched his fist, and looked at Madara with anticipation.

"Uh..."

Madara, initially a little angry that Hashirama seemed to be teasing him again, couldn't bring himself to scold him when he saw Hashirama's innocent, clueless expression...

"Okay... alright! I'll reluctantly play with you for a little while!"

"Great!"

Hashirama looked very happy, while Madara turned his face away and scratched his cheek awkwardly.

Perhaps because it was the first time he had met someone his own age, Ban seemed a little awkward talking to him...

Moreover, the other person's cute expression reminded Madara of his younger brother, causing him to blush slightly.