Reborn as Sasuke Uchiha: The Fallen Uchiha

Training!

The council chamber emptied, a wave of relief washing over the departing figures. Some clan heads lingered, their gazes fixed on me.

"Well, that was quite the ordeal," Shikaku sighed, rubbing his temples. "Looks like we have our work cut out for us. I thought you said there will not be this of meeting before your graduation."

I remained stoic. "There wasn't supposed to be a council meeting." I stated. "The outcome was supposed to be different. I wasn't supposed to say about that. Revealing this information changed things. It's like a branching path. For example, If you kill me right now, I can see the village burn with black fire, but otherwise, the future remains mostly unchanged. However, if you require further proof, I can offer this: the Fifth Hokage will be a blonde-haired woman, the first female to hold the title."

Shikaku raised an eyebrow, impressed by my conviction. "Bold statement, indeed. But I understand the logic behind it. Now, on a private note, you never explicitly confirmed Itachi's involvement."

When I thought I am safe!

I shrugged. "There aren't any other Uchiha alive. It's a fifty-fifty chance, really."

"So, we're gambling?" Shikaku chuckled, though the humor didn't reach his eyes. "Troublesome. Regardless, get some rest. Academy awaits tomorrow."

I simply nodded and made my way towards the exit, only to be intercepted by Danzo.

"Greetings, Sasuke Uchiha," Danzo greeted, his voice sharp and formal. "I believe we haven't had the pleasure of a personal introduction."

I met his gaze unflinchingly. "Indeed, we haven't. I am Sasuke Uchiha, heir to one of Konohagakure's most powerful clans."

Danzo offered a curt nod. "And I am Danzo Shimura, advisor to the Hokage and elder council member. Additionally, I lead a specialized Anbu division known as Root, operating in the shadows."

"Interesting." I replied, my voice devoid of inflection. "But why inform me of this?"

Danzo adopted a predatory smile. "I have an offer for you, Sasuke. Join Root."

Shikaku, observing the exchange, visibly tensed.

"And what would I gain from such an arrangement?"

"Extensive training." Danzo continued, his voice laced with promises. "Training to become strong enough for your revenge. You'll receive regular updates on Itachi's whereabouts and the chance to train in the same place he did. Your talent is undeniable, and this way, you wouldn't waste time in the academy."

My lips curled into a smirk. "Tempting, but I decline. Root simply doesn't meet my standards."

Danzo's smile faltered, replaced by a grimace. "Arrogance is not a becoming trait, Uchiha boy. It was the very downfall of your clan, their constant rejection of aid!"

My eyes narrowed. "Lord Danzo, respect is earned, not demanded. Even with my clan gone, I remain the heir to a founding lineage. Treat me with due respect, and I will reciprocate. My decision is final. I refuse your offer."

Danzo gritted his teeth, a flicker of anger sparking in his eyes. "Very well, Uchiha prince. I shall remember this. Now, if you'll excuse me." With a curt nod, he turned and left.

Sasuke bowed respectfully to the remaining clan heads before departing with his Anbu escort.

Shikaku watched him go, a thoughtful expression etched on his face. "I have a feeling that boy will shake things up, and for the better." he murmured, his words finding agreement among the other present leaders. Their years of experience had honed their intuition, and they sensed a spark of potential within Sasuke.