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Chapter 8. Ame-no-Mikumari.

│3rd Person POV │

[The Land of Fire, Village Hidden in the Leaf (Konohagakure), Uchiha Clan Compound...]

As Itachi placed the plates on the dinner table, he glanced toward his mother, a hesitant expression on his face. Finally, he seemed to make up his mind as he asked, “Mother, is father alright?”

Mikoto, who was in the midst of preparing the final dishes for their dinner, paused briefly before offering a reassuring smile to her son. “Yes, dear, your father is perfectly fine,” she replied.

Sensing that there was more behind the question, she asked, “Why do you ask? Did something happen?”

After a brief silence, Itachi finally voiced his thoughts. “Father has been… different these past two weeks,” he said slowly, choosing his words carefully. “More engaged, more expressive… and somehow, more complete.”

His words stirred Mikoto’s memories, bringing her back to the conversation she had with her husband the day after the Kyuubi Attack.

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The soft glow of the moon filtered through the bedroom window, casting pale silver light across the room. Mikoto lay in bed, wrapped in the warmth of her husband's arms, her head resting against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was a quiet comfort, yet she could feel the tension lingering within him.

Mikoto was the first to break the silence. Her voice was soft, but the concern in it was unmistakable. “You’re troubled.”

Fugaku exhaled slowly, his hand gently running through her dark hair. “Indeed,” he murmured. “You know, when I sent you to search for Itachi and Sasuke while I went to lead the other Clan Shinobi to face the Kyuubi, my heart couldn’t calm down, fearing that something may happen to my sons, or you. That’s why I used the Mangekyō Sharingan’s technique in my right eye; Ame-no-Mikumari.”

At the mention of that name, Mikoto’s breath caught slightly, her mind instantly recalling the details of the powerful technique.

Ame-no-Mikumari was a technique that allowed Fugaku to glimpse a significant event happening in the future that can directly affect him or his close ones. Until now, he had only ever used it once. On that occasion, the vision he received was of a future where their second son would be born.

“You said you can’t control what you see,” Mikoto murmured, lifting her head from his chest to meet his gaze. Worry flickered in her dark eyes, her brows knitting together. “Then why would you risk using your Mangekyou technique?”

Fugaku’s gaze softened as he reached up, gently tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear before exhaling a quiet sigh.

“I had to,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “In that moment, the fear of losing you and our sons consumed me. I needed to know… to see something—anything—that could reassure me.”

“And what did you see?” Mikoto asked.

Fugaku hesitated for a brief moment, as if weighing his words. Then, his grip around her tightened slightly, and he whispered, “I saw Sasuke fighting in a stadium. He was twelve or thirteen years old and… completely alone.”

Mikoto stiffened in his embrace, her wide, alarmed eyes locking onto his. “Alone? What do you mean by ‘alone’?”

Fugaku’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening before he forced himself to say it. “The Uchiha Clan… it was likely destroyed.” His voice was steady, but the weight behind it was suffocating. “I don’t know how it happened or why, but I know that in the vision I saw, the people around him called him ‘the Last Uchiha.’ That could only make sense if Sasuke was the last of the Uchiha Clan.”

A cold shiver crept down Mikoto’s spine. The mere thought of their clan—her family—being wiped out was horrifying, and an unsettling dread settled deep in her chest, tightening like an invisible hand gripping her heart.

“There must be a way to prevent it,” she murmured, almost to herself.

Fugaku responded immediately, his voice resolute. “I promise, Mikoto, I will not let such a future come to pass. No matter what it takes, I will ensure our clan survives.”

Mikoto shut her eyes, drawing herself closer to him, seeking comfort in his warmth. “Mmhmm. I believe you,” she whispered. “And I will stand by your side, doing whatever I can to help.”

Fugaku said nothing, only holding her closer as the moonlight bathed them in its pale glow, a silent witness to their resolve.

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Mikoto blinked, pulling herself back to the present as the memory faded into the depths of her mind. She turned to Itachi, who was watching her with quiet curiosity. His sharp eyes, so much like Fugaku’s, held a depth beyond his years.

With a soft exhale, she resumed stirring the pot, her movements steady and deliberate. “Your father… he had to change,” she murmured, her voice carrying an unspoken weight. “The circumstances demanded it.”

Itachi’s brow furrowed slightly. He finished setting down the last of the plates before turning toward her fully, his gaze intent. “What do you mean?”

Mikoto met his gaze, considering her response. “Your father has always carried the weight of our clan on his shoulders, but recent events have forced him to confront difficult truths—truths that required him to change, to act.”

Itachi’s expression didn’t shift, but Mikoto could see the way his fingers curled slightly at his sides, a subtle tell of deep thought. “Is this about the village?” he asked, his tone measured.

Mikoto gave a small, knowing smile. “Partly. But more than that, it’s about family.”

Itachi fell into thoughtful silence, his young mind working to grasp the full meaning behind his mother’s words. Despite his intelligence, there were still things beyond his understanding; not without proper context at least. Yet, one thing was clear: his mother had no intention of explaining further.

After a moment, he finally voiced the question lingering in his mind. “Then… is this change a good thing?”

Mikoto glanced at him, her expression softening. A quiet warmth filled her voice as she replied, “I believe it is.”

Itachi nodded slowly, though his mind still churned with various thoughts. He had always respected his father, but recently, Fugaku had become noticeably more caring, attentive, and engaged with his and Sasuke’s lives. There was a warmth in his actions that hadn’t been as evident before. In the confines of his mind, Itachi admitted that he liked this version of his father more.

“Don’t worry, dear. Your father is still the same man you’ve always known. If anything, he has simply grown into the person he was always meant to be.” Mikoto said in a gentle voice, offering reassurance.

Before Itachi could respond, a high-pitched wail pierced the air.

“Waaahhhh~! Waaahhhh~!”

Mikoto’s gaze immediately shifted toward the adjacent room where Sasuke had been sleeping. Without hesitation, she adjusted the dishes to low heat and quickly washed her hands. As she dried them with a cloth, she turned to her eldest son and said, “Itachi, keep an eye on the dishes for a moment. It seems your brother has woken up.”

With that, she stepped away, quickly making her way out of the kitchen to tend to her youngest son.

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│3rd Person POV │

[The Land of Fire, Village Hidden in the Leaf (Konohagakure), Hokage’s Office...]

The heavy doors of the Hokage’s office closed with a dull thud as the council members departed, with Senju Tsunade and Uchiha Fugaku being the last ones to exit together, leaving behind only Hiruzen Sarutobi and his most trusted advisors. The air in the room was thick with unspoken tensions, the weight of the meeting still lingering like an unwelcome presence.

Hiruzen let out a slow exhale, rubbing his temples as he leaned back in his chair. The decision had been made; Tsunade Senju would take up the mantle of Fifth Hokage.

While a part of him felt relieved to finally relinquish the immense responsibility of leading the village, once again, a part of him couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling about what the future held in store for Konoha.

Across from him, Danzo stood rigid, his expression unreadable, though the tight clench of his jaw betrayed his displeasure. “This is a mistake,” he finally muttered, his voice low but carrying the sharp edge of frustration. “Handing the position to Tsunade simply because the Uchiha pushed for it… You’ve allowed them to manipulate the village’s future, Hiruzen.”

Homura Mitokado and Koharu Utatane exchanged glances, their own expressions tense with uncertainty.

“It’s true that Fugaku played a decisive role in this,” Hiruzen admitted. “But given the circumstances, what other choice did we have? The village needs stability and I don’t think I am capable of shouldering the burden of leading the village any longer.”

Danzo scoffed. “And you think an emotionally unstable woman drowning in past grief will provide that stability?”

Hiruzen’s gaze hardened as he sat up straighter. “Enough, Danzo.” His voice, though calm, carried an unmistakable authority. “Tsunade is not the same person she was years ago. She has returned, and now that she has accepted the position of Fifth Hokage, I believe she will do her duty.

“If you continue to dismiss those who could bring genuine prosperity to the village, you will only push the village further into stagnation.”

Danzo’s single eye narrowed, and without saying anything further, he rose from his seat. The room seemed to grow heavier in his silence as he turned and strode toward the door, his footsteps deliberate and cold.

A silence stretched between the rest of them, heavy and unresolved. Finally, Homura spoke, his tone measured. “Then what now? What are our next steps?”

Hiruzen inhaled deeply, his gaze drifting toward the village visible beyond the office window. “We prepare for the transition. The people must be informed, and arrangements must be made for Tsunade’s official appointment.”

“But,” Koharu started, hesitation threading through her usually firm tone, “are we truly being forced into retirement? All because of that insufferable Uchiha—”

She stopped herself, pressing her lips into a thin line, but the frustration in her voice was evident. Her hands clenched slightly, nails digging into her palms as she struggled to contain her displeasure.

Homura sighed, adjusting his glasses as he regarded her with a weary expression. “The decision has been made, Koharu. Protesting now will do little to change the outcome.”

Koharu scoffed, shaking her head. “That doesn’t make it any less infuriating. We’ve served this village for decades, and now we’re being cast aside as if our experience no longer holds value.”

Hiruzen remained quiet, his fingers interlaced atop the desk. He understood her frustration. But there was no changing what had already been set in motion.

“The village must move forward,” he said at last, his voice carrying a finality that left no room for argument. “And so must we.”

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│3rd Person POV │

[The Land of Fire, Village Hidden in the Leaf (Konohagakure), Atop the Hokage Rock...]

The wind was strong at this height, rustling through the trees and carrying with it the distant sounds of the village below. From up here, Konoha stretched out beneath, bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun.

“Why are we here, Senju-dono?” Fugaku finally asked once they reached the top of the mountain.

Tsunade continued forward without pause, her gaze fixed ahead. “To find someone,” she replied simply. She didn’t stop until she reached the very edge of the cliff, where the wind whipped at her cloak. Right below them, carved into the mountain’s stone, was the face of the Fourth Hokage.

Standing just a step beside her, Fugaku quickly noticed a lone figure sitting atop Minato’s carved head, gazing out over the village.

“Jiraiya-san?” He muttered in a low voice.

Jiraiya, as if sensing their presence, turned his head slightly but didn’t immediately acknowledge them. His usual carefree demeanor was absent, replaced by an uncharacteristic stillness. The wind tousled his white hair as he remained seated, eyes fixed on the village below.

Tsunade leaped off the edge, landing gracefully behind Jiraiya. “Have you been here all this time?”

Jiraiya didn’t immediately answer, his gaze still fixed on the village below. The wind tousled his hair as he finally spoke, his voice carrying a tinge of weariness.

“No,” he answered, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I visited my godson. Made sure his seal was intact and spent some time with him. He's a lively one, that boy.”

“How are you holding up?” Tsunade asked softly, her eyes reflecting a quiet concern as she observed him.

For a moment, there was silence between them, the distant sounds of Konoha mingling with the wind. Then, Jiraiya turned slightly, enough to meet her eyes.

“Not great, but I'll manage.” Jiraiya took one last look at the village below before fully turning to face Tsunade, meeting her gaze. “Anyway, enough about me. What brings you here? And,” his eyes briefly shifted toward Fugaku, “you even brought the Uchiha Clan Head with you. What's going on?”

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A/N: Here's another Chapter of Fugaku SI. Enjoy!

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