Naruto: The Beautiful Uchiha is Actually Me?

Chapter 68 Who exactly did it?

It's past midnight now, and within the Uchiha clan's territory, most people are already asleep, except for the patrolling ninjas...

Of course, this excludes Yan Yi as well.

He couldn't sleep, partly because he couldn't lie flat on his back yet, as the wound on his back hadn't fully healed, and partly because...

Tomorrow I'm going to the Feathered Robe Clan to "carry out a mission," which may mean leaving the clan's territory for a while—maybe a few days? Or maybe half a month.

In short, they probably won't be able to come back anytime soon...

So at this moment, only the image of that black-and-white-haired little boy remained in his mind. If he didn't go see him soon, he might have to wait for almost a month. And he himself also missed Itama very much...

Since she couldn't fall asleep no matter how much she tossed and turned, Yan Yi decided not to sleep at all... She quietly got out of bed, moving very carefully, afraid of disturbing her two older brothers who were sleeping next to her.

"I'm coming to find you right away!"

Yan Yi had made up her mind; she would at least take one last look at Banjian before leaving the clan's territory...

He carefully put on his clothes, trying not to make a sound. The wooden clogs were so loud that he didn't even dare to put on shoes. He left the house barefoot.

The night was dark, and the moon tonight seemed to have grown fuzz, making it hazy and difficult to see clearly...

Unbeknownst to Yan Yi, the moment he left home, Quan Nai sat up, looking at the spot where Yan Yi had just slept with a somewhat disappointed expression.

Ban opened his eyes at the same time and sighed helplessly.

His younger brother probably really does have a rather unusual relationship with that Senju brat... But Madara doesn't want to shatter his brother's hopes; all he can do is silently help Yan Yi keep this secret.

"Ban-ge... Yan-yi, he..." Izuna was still a little conflicted. Although he didn't want his younger brother to be like this, he didn't want to hurt his brother's feelings even more.

Ban shook his head and said calmly, "Let him go... Yan Yi rarely makes true friends. He's so concerned about that Senju brat, he must have his reasons..."

Does Yan Yi have a reason? He probably doesn't even know what his reason is.

Under the cover of night, Yan carefully concealed himself and quietly arrived at the gate of the clan's prison.

It was the same jailer at the gate, who was dozing off... because there was only that one Thousand-Handed Kid in the cell now, and he was particularly well-behaved and unlikely to try to escape, so his daily work was very boring and easy.

"Cough cough..." Yan Yi coughed softly twice, looking at the other person's tired face with some embarrassment.

"Ugh... Ah! Third Young Master, what's wrong with you...?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down! I came sneakily..."

Yan Yi was startled, fearing that the other person would shout out loud. He had already done a bad job by visiting Banjian without telling his brother and father. If possible, he didn't want anyone to know.

"But...I understand, please go in!"

The jailer had already made up his mind and gave up on thinking it over. Since it wasn't his problem, he figured he could let the young master do whatever he wanted...

Yan took two steps, then suddenly turned back to look at the other person, muttering under her breath, "Don't tell anyone!"

He even winked after saying that, looking like an utterly harmless little boy...

"Uh..."

After finishing his explanation, he walked straight toward the familiar cell.

At this moment, the entire prison was pitch black, except for the faint candlelight in the corridor. Yan Yi could easily imagine how dark the cells would be on a moonless night.

click -

The lock on the cell door opened, and Yan Yi peeked inside in the dim light from the corridor... He was probably sleeping in his cubicle? His thin figure was curled up on the bed, which was made of stone with only a layer of dry straw as a mattress...

I quietly went inside, and the faint, almost negligible moonlight on the iron bars of the window just illuminated the sleeping face in the cubicle.

The boy's brow was furrowed, and he seemed to be curled up in a ball, his hands, clasped in iron rings, clenched tightly inside his clothes, as if in prayer...

Yan Yi quietly observed the wooden door, her expression conveying a complex mix of emotions—a mixture of sadness and heartache, yet also a hint of something that made one want to... tease her a little.

"Mmm...mmm..."

It was like a mysterious sixth sense; Itama felt a familiar warmth approaching him, and in his sleep, he unconsciously hummed softly.

It was as if he was searching... searching for the light he longed for.

Seeing Itama's adorable yet pitiful appearance, Yan Yi finally couldn't resist reaching out and touching his cheek...

"what!"

The moment he was touched, Itama woke up with a start, trembling all over as he hurriedly got up and leaned against the corner of the wall.

Yan Yi was shocked. So it turned out that Banma's subconscious had always been filled with fear and dread?

That makes sense... Being captured by an enemy family, shackled, and locked in a dark, sunless dungeon—anyone would be scared, right? And Itama is only the same age as me; he's already so strong, isn't he?

"Don't be afraid, it's me, Yan Yi."

Yan Yi took a step forward, exposing her face to the moonlight. Once Banma could clearly see that it was indeed Yan Yi, tears streamed uncontrollably down his face again...

"Waaaah, Yan Yi, why haven't you come in so long? I thought you... had abandoned me..."

Itama quickly crawled towards Yan Yi and, without thinking, hugged her tightly.

Yan Yi wanted to comfort him, but the force in Itama's hand pressed against the wound on her back...

"Hiss... Ah..."

Seeing Yan Yi's sudden expression of pain, Itama was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted and released Yan Yi, asking with some fear, "Yan Yi, are you hurt! Where are you hurt? Let me see!"

Yan Yi shook her head, her expression somewhat forced, and replied, "No...no, I'm not injured! I'm sorry...I've just been a bit busy lately and haven't been able to come see you...I'm sorry."

Itama didn't believe it at all. He was absolutely certain that he had touched Yan Yi's wound just now, judging from Yan Yi's expression!

"Don't lie to me! Yan Yi... If even you are going to lie to me... I..."

As he spoke, Itama became aggrieved again. Ever since he was locked up in this place, his emotions had been very unstable, and he would often break down over various things.

For example, right now, seeing Yan Yi hiding something from him... he even felt a sense of distrust. He had never experienced this before...

Yan Yi was stunned, her expression turning somewhat sad...

He didn't know how to explain the origin of the wound on his back to Itama. What would Itama's reaction be if he knew that his injury was inflicted by his father, Senju Butsuma...?

"Itama...I..."

Itama saw that Yan was stammering and looked somewhat disappointed, but his eyes remained fixed on the other person.

"Please tell me, please..."

This is a plea...

Itama knew that he had no right to demand that Yan Yi reveal the truth to him, which was why he spoke in that tone.

Yan Yi stared at the wooden room, her mind conflicted, but she finally made a decision...

"Itama, look me in the eyes..."

After speaking, he gently closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they had transformed into a pair of eyes radiating an eerie red light...

Itama stared wide-eyed at Yan Yi, somewhat incredulous.

"Write...Sharingan..."

He certainly knew it was the Sharingan; in fact, he knew it very well. As the Senju clan's archenemy, their understanding of their enemies came from education they received from a young age.

What those eyes mean... Itama probably understands.

Yan Yi pursed her lips and held out a hand in front of Itama... Itama hesitated for a moment, then placed his hand in Yan Yi's...

It's so warm, that's the temperature of Yan Yi's palm... And the Yin attribute chakra in the Sharingan, which should make people feel cold, doesn't feel cool at all?

The two boys looked at each other. Yan Yi gently squeezed Yan Yi's fingers and said, "You know, Itama... my eyes were awakened because of you, so... you are very important to me! I will never abandon you!"

"!!"

Itama's heart skipped a beat, his face instantly flushed red with excitement. Yan Yi's meaning couldn't be clearer... because he knew what the awakening of the Uchiha clan's Sharingan meant.

Without saying another word, Yan Yi silently turned around, took off her shirt, and whispered, "I am indeed injured... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lied to you."

Yan Yi's tone was unreadable. He was very sad, but what if it was Itama...? He could show him his wounds. He had seen him injured and defeated before.

Itama's pupils contracted as sadness and anger surged into his mind in an instant. The usually gentle and kind boy suddenly erupted with a fury he had never shown before.

"How could...this happen..." Itama said through gritted teeth, "Who did this?! I will never forgive him!"