Itachi Shinden, Chapter 1 Section 1 Translation [Reality]

[[ Translated from Spanish from dota2funny’s video

This translator translates from Japanese to Spanish, and I can translate from Spanish to English. Not everything is exact, but what is important is noted.]]

Uchiha Itachi remembers with clarity the day he realized who he was. It was raining that day. A storm so strong that you couldn’t open your eyes fully, the rain merciless on Itachi’s small body, who had just recently turned 4 years of age. His father, who was stopped at his side, wouldn’t even give him any words of consolation.

But Itachi didn’t want things like that.

“Remember well, this is the battlefield.”



And between the sound of the heavy rain, rang the strong words of his father, that touched Itachi’s heart.

The battlefield…

It’s a word that a child of 4 years old should disregard. Much less the scene infront of Itachi’s eyes, something that a normal child would never see.

Bodies, bodies, bodies. It was a mountain of bodies as far as the eye could see. And there was nothing like an expression of calmness/tranquility, all of the still bodies, expressions filled with pain.

“You too, in a few years, will be a ninja, and unless the war comes to a close, the reality of shinobi will not change, the world you are about to step in is only the tip of it.”



While Itachi heard his father’s words, he trembled. If he lost his concentration, he would overflow with tears. There was no reason to feel fear. Nor to feel sad. All of the feelings that he couldn’t express with one word mixed, and for some reason he didn’t know, he couldn’t shake the feeling of his heart going heavy, and his chest going tight.

They were completely soaked by the rain. If he cried, his father wouldn’t take notice. And that’s why he didn’t want to cry. Because he thought that if he cried, he would lose an essential part of his life as a shinobi.

So he resisted until he couldn’t any longer. And still… His tears fell spontaneously.

People who had the Leaf’s headband. And shinobi from other countries. The country of origin had nothing to do with the large amount of bodies that covered the ground. All of them feel pain, sadness, but as they struggled they could not win against their death. It didn’t matter what country these shinobi were from, their expressions of agony were all the same. There wasn’t a single person that died thinking that they wanted to.

And still, they all died.

Why?

For the war.

“Father…?”



Itachi heard his own voice. And he noticed for the first time that he was trembling. It wasn’t because the rain was cold. Nor was it because he was scared of the corpses. It was the anger that was making him shake.

“Why, in this place?”



With the question of his son presented, Fugaku remained quiet for a few moments, collecting his words to properly respond.

“You are a very smart child.”



And while Itachi had his gaze focused on the bodies, Itachi waited for the words of his father. He felt something touch the top of his head. It was his father’s palm.

“And it’s because of that, that I wanted to show you this monstrous reality.”



Itachi searched deep within his heart, with all of his might, the meaning of the word “reality.” He was only four years old, with no real way to know the difference between reality and fiction. But still, he was able to understand hat his father was trying to tell him.

“This is the world that I live in…” Itachi said.

“Yes, Itachi, a shinobi is one who fights, so don’t forget what you saw today.” Fugaku replied.



Obeying his father, Itachi forced his eyes open, so the infernal image would be forever engraved into his sight, and he would never forget it. In the back of his eyes, he felt some pain. Something warm and different from the tears was felt in the back of his eyes. And when he felt a violent wave of power he dilated his pupils, no longer able to contain his fear, and without thinking, he shut his eyelashes tight. And in doing so, the wave of power slowly disappeared inside his head. The beating of his heart was intense, and his breathing hard. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, and the world that extended infront of his vision continued to look like an inferno.

Carefully, he placed his hand on his chest. If he allowed himself to indulge in this power, he would never be the same.

“What happened?” Fugaku asks.



Itachi continued to watch the scene infront of him, without answering his Father. Even if this was the hell he had to live in, he didn’t have any intention of taking it calmly and quietly.

“I will change it.” he thought.



No matter the reason, resolving things through violence was bad. If the world was like this, then it should change. This converted into the core of the man called Itachi Uchiha.

Itachi will not forget today’s scene for the rest of his life.

The grand war that included all of the ninja of the continent, ended a few weeks after the day that Itachi became aware of the significance of his existence.

This war was later called the 3rd Great Ninja War, that ended with the treaty of Armistice between Konohagakure and Iwagakure.

The progression of the war was in Konoha’s favor, thanks to the political reconciliation of the 3rd Hokage, Hiruzen, whom did not demand any type of compensation, helping the war to its end. Hiruzen’s weak attitude attracted negative response from the pro-war faction.

And to calm the discontent of the village, Hiruzen decided to renounce the post of 3rd Hokage.

Thus, they had to choose a new Hokage, and this is how Namikaze Minato, called the hero of the War, was titled to the Hokage post.

With Hiruzen resigning, the village picked itself back up little by little after the war.

Itachi had a very clear goal. To convert himself into the strongest shinobi and to make all of the conflict in the world disappear.

To an adult, this was an unreachable goal, something tossed away with laughter, but for 4 year old Itachi, this was an invaluable goal.

He needed to study the basic ninjutsu of Academy Ninja, to pass the exam and be officially accepted as a ninja. But a four year old wasn’t qualified to enter the shinobi Academy. He wanted to be a shinobi as soon as possible. So he turned to training on his own.

—

“I’m home.” Itachi calls.



He took off his shoes calmly in the entrance of his home, quietly walking through the hallway.

“Welcome.” Mikoto replies.



It was when Itachi was passing the kitchen that his Mother, Mikoto, called him. Inside her stomach, she carried new life. A little brother, or a little sister… Either way, this would be Itachi’s first sibling.

“Did you train alone today, too?” she asks.



“Yes.” he answers. “Is father in his room?” he follows up.

“Yes, but right now…”



While he listened to his Mother’s words, Itachi went to his Father’s room. In his training, he’d come upon a problem with his kunai grip, and he wanted to ask his Father sooner than later.

“Why is the Fourth Hokage this Minato?”



He stopped, once he’d heard the strong voice behind the door.

“We don’t know who’s listening. Lower your voice, Yashiro.” Fugaku scolded.



That was his Father’s voice.

“I can’t understand it, the names that were nominated for the election of the Fourth apart from Minato, were solely for Orochimaru.”



“Why didn’t anyone nominate Fugaku-sama!” The voice by the name of Yashirio questioned his father.

It was a man with short white hair, and thin eyes. A man who sounded older than his Father, working as his subordinate.

“It’s like Yashiro-san says…I can’t understand it either.”



“Inabi…”



Uchiha Inabi was one of the most outstanding shinobi of the Konoha Military Police Force. He was a very strange man, with long hair, who also worked as subordinate of his Father.

“In the Grand War, everyone knew “Fugaku of the terrible eyes”. Shinobi trembled when they heard that.”



“Captain of the Konoha Military Police Force. “ Fugaku corrected. “In the village I go by this title.”



“I’m telling you, this is a plot by the elders.” Yashiro raised his voice, and complained anew.



“The elders don’t want the Uchiha clan in the center, they didn’t even announce Fugaku-sama’s achievements in the 3rd Great Ninja War! Instead, the names of Minato, the Sannin, and the one who isn’t even in the clan and has a Sharingan, Kakashi Hatake, were highlighted!”



“And if Minato and Kakashi are meant to shine instead of Fugaku-sama as well…”



“Stop.” Fugaku commanded.”My son is listening.”

Itachi’s body shuddered slightly. He was caught. He lacked experience. Itachi grit his teeth tight. He had no other choice but to open the door. Four people total inside.

His father, Inabi, Yashiro, and one more person with a small point on his headband. This man was also a subordinate of his Father, Uchiha Tekka.

“Do you need something?” Fugaku asked.



“I wanted to ask you something about Shuriken-jutsu.”



“I am busy right now. We can do this later.”



“I understand.” He shut the door quickly as he spoke. The moment the door shut, a crimson light appeared in the eyes of the 4 people inside. Sharingan.



The hereditary kekke genkai of the Uchiha clan.

As itachi returned to his own room, he remembered the heavy hair that filled his Father’s room. Without reason, he suddenly remembered the battlefield that he saw with his Father.

The image of the fiery hell.

The ambience inside of his Father’s room was the same as that of the bloody battlefield.

“What is my Father thinking…” Itachi wonders to himself. But there was no one to answer his questions right now.

[[Final note says translater translated it because it was short. It’s not that he doesn’t have much time, it’s due to watching all six seasons of Parks and recreation. Oh wait… [P/R clip plays]]]