Chapter 30 Itachi, Hate Me If You Dare
"Anko Senior was too impulsive," Kabuto commented on the battle.
In his opinion, Anko-senpai's strength is definitely higher than Itachi's. If she could play more calmly, Itachi would have a hard time winning, even if he suffered a lot of injuries.
"And mindset," Yamato said.
Kabuto thought for a moment and nodded.
Anko's mindset wasn't right, or rather, she overestimated her own strength and underestimated Itachi, unlike Itachi who took the battle seriously from beginning to end.
Itachi Uchiha always maintained a very good mental state.
Although he was an arrogant fellow, it must be said that he certainly had the right to be arrogant.
He can maximize his strength, and even consistently maximize it.
As for Anko , if her mindset is unstable, the strength she can unleash will fluctuate.
Itachi, on the other hand, has been searching for this low point in the fluctuations.
And they skillfully avoided the peak of the power fluctuations.
It really is.
Just right.
They controlled the rhythm of the entire battle.
What a terrifying talent!
It makes one feel that he is destined to become a strong person like Lord Orochimaru!
Kabuto himself thought that to become a strongman like Orochimaru, he would have to work extremely hard to even have a chance of reaching that level.
possible.
Kabuto concealed his clenched fist behind his back.
He raised his other hand to push up his glasses and took a deep breath.
He examined his own mindset and realized that he seemed a little unsettled lately.
His greatest wish has always been to live a peaceful life with the dean.
But now, since becoming a disciple of Orochimaru, the Fifth Hokage, he seems to have become a bit too complacent.
Now, having realized the gap between himself and Itachi...
A sense of resentment rose within me.
as well as.
eager.
I long to stand at the same level as Orochimaru-sensei.
And, I don't want to be left behind by that annoying, arrogant Itachi!
Moreover, he was a disciple favored by Orochimaru.
Itachi was a disciple taken in by Orochimaru in exchange for political gain.
If I perform too poorly, Orochimaru-sensei will be disappointed, right?
Thinking of Orochimaru, with his often meaningful eyes, Kabuto always felt as if his whole being was being seen through.
And it has to be said that this feeling brought a powerful sense of oppression.
It has a subtle allure that makes one yearn for it.
Unconsciously, the corners of her mouth curled up.
On the field, Itachi had gotten up from Anko, and Anko also got up, awkwardly forming a reconciliation seal with Itachi.
Immediately afterwards, Itachi turned around.
Kabuto had already started walking towards Itachi with a smile on his face.
Itachi looked at Kabuto's smile and keenly sensed its falseness; it wasn't particularly friendly, but of course, it wasn't hostile either.
It's more like seeing a goal but concealing one's desire for it.
"I am a medical ninja, Itachi, let me treat you."
"Hey!" Anko shouted from the other side, raising her fist, "I'm injured too!"
"Itachi is only six years old."
"Forehead."
The red bean was stuck in my throat, and it felt as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly.
He's only six years old!
Okay, there's also Kakashi as a prime example.
Aaaaaaaahhhhhh! No! I can't let this go, I have to pester Orochimaru-sensei to teach me even more powerful ninjutsu!!!
Next time, next time I will definitely defeat Itachi!
Hongdou clenched her fists, raised them, gritted her teeth, and was filled with fiery fighting spirit.
Not long after.
Awoo.
Anko ate the three-colored meatballs one bite at a time.
This is a string of three-colored glutinous rice balls, which is exactly what red beans love to eat!
Having recovered, Itachi, who had been as calm as still water, now appeared outwardly calm, but his body exhibited an unusual stiffness.
"Awoo awoo awoo!" Anko devoured his food, while Mikoto, watching from the side, covered her mouth and chuckled.
Itachi silently reached out his hand, about to grab a string of dumplings.
Swoosh.
The string of meatballs ended up in Anko's hands.
Awoo!
The hand remained frozen in mid-air.
Dou seemed to see bulging veins on his face.
However, as the young master of the Uchiha clan, he must be mindful of his image and cannot compete for anything.
Kabuto, beaming, picked up a skewer of dango and asked Yamato, "Yamato, do you like dango?"
"I don't dislike it, I just hate eating greasy food."
Yamato also picked up a skewer of dumplings and said.
"I don't dislike them either," Kabuto said. "I wouldn't mind trying some glutinous rice balls."
"Glutinous rice balls are the best! Of course, they're even better with red bean soup!"
Anko raises the dumpling in her hand and shouts.
Upon seeing this, Itachi immediately, as calmly as possible, reached out towards the three-colored dumplings on the table.
Whoosh!
The Anko was snatched away again.
My hand froze again.
Itachi calmly looked up at Anko, who was happily eating, and knew that Anko was holding a grudge and deliberately taking revenge on him.
On the other side, Mikoto gently patted Itachi's head and said softly, "Itachi, if you like it, don't be so reserved. It was specially prepared for you.
Go and get it."
After saying that, Kabuto turned her face away and covered her mouth to chuckle.
Itachi shook his head.
He withdrew his hand, closed his eyes, and sat down.
A moment later, he unconsciously twitched his nose, opened his eyes, and looked at the dumplings in front of him, and the red bean who handed them to him.
"Take it."
"..."
"People who like glutinous rice balls can't be bad people!" Anko said with a smile, pursing her lips and pouting.
"..."
Itachi raised his hand.
His gaze softened subtly.
I was about to get my hands on this string of meatballs.
"Hey!"
Anko smiled like a devil as she took the meatball back.
With a sinister smile, he looked down at me with malice and said, "But I never said I was a good person, Itachi. Hate me all you want."
Clench your fist.
It's hard.
Itachi, who has always maintained a calm mindset, was unusually brought to his breaking point.
For the first time, I felt that a person's presence could be so strong.
Mitarashi Anko.
Pfft!
Mikoto desperately covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
Dou's lips curled up, then flattened again. He continued eating the meatballs, finding them exceptionally sweet and delicious.
Yamato ate his dumplings, staring blankly at the scenery in the courtyard outside.
"Give."
The dumpling was shoved into Itachi's hand.
Anko plopped down next to Itachi, put her arm around his shoulder, and waved another string of dumplings in her other hand.
"Don't say I don't protect you. The boss is the boss. Eat what you like. What's yours is yours. Heh heh, eat up, don't be shy!"
"...Thanks."
Itachi slowly brought the dumpling to his mouth and took a bite.
Watching him eat it.
Anko smiled and started eating the meatballs.
"Do you like red bean soup?
Then I'll prepare red bean soup for you next time you come." Mikoto, who had already controlled her emotions, said gently and kindly, turning her face to the side and covering her face with her hand.
Anko's eyes lit up.
"Really!"
"So, please come visit often! And please take care of my tigress as well."
"Leave it to me! They're all Orochimaru-sensei's students, so Itachi's business is my business! You agree, right, Itachi?"
With a bright smile, Anko tilted her head and asked Itachi, who was being held captive by her.
Her hands gripped even tighter.
Itachi nodded with some difficulty.
"Hahahaha!" Anko laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.
Extremely proud.
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