Uchiha's God of Muscle

"I understand your strength. Let's end today's sparring here and take a break."

Dan patted Itachi's shoulder and walked into the dojo.

"This is for you."

Samui handed a ice bag to Itachi and let him apply it to his cheek.

"Thank you."

Itachi held the ice bag with his hand. Although his cheek was hurting, he was more concerned about his uncle's punch just now.

Why was he hit by an illusion?

His uncle clearly did not have the Sharingan, nor did he have any contact with him, but he was caught in an illusion. It was simply inconceivable.

Could it be that he could use his fist to release an illusion?

Was this possible?

Itachi frowned, puzzled by this.

Just as he was deep in thought.

"You've rested enough. Let's start training."

Dan walked over with a pair of dumbbells in his hand and said to his nephew, "From today onwards, you will have to train your chest, back, arms, shoulders, and legs in turn. You can not relax."

Dan threw the dumbbells in front of Itachi and instructed Samui, "You - come and be his coach and guide him in his movements."

"Yes, chief."

Samui responded. She followed him and worked from morning to night for three years. She could be considered a professional fitness coach.

So.

Under the guidance of Samui, Itachi officially opened his way to fitness.

Dan stood to the side and ate his steak with relish, occasionally giving him a few pointers.

Soon, two hours passed.

"Ha... ha..."

Itachi lay on his back on the ground, his chest heaving as his face flushed red and covered in sweat.

Fitness was much more difficult and tiring than he had imagined.

In the process of exercise just now.

Samui asked Itachi not to use Chakra. He could only rely on his physical strength. Not only did she order him to complete every movement, but she also constantly increased the weight.

Until she broke through the limit of Itachi.

After all this, Itachi's pectoral muscles and arms were extremely sore, accompanied by an extremely strong tearing sensation.

The training was done.

However, the "torture" for Itachi was not over yet.

Dan took out a large chunk of fresh chicken breast meat from the refrigerator and directly threw it into the juicer. After stirring it, it turned into a brown viscous liquid.

At least one liter.

In the eyes of the Itachi who was shocked and a little panicked, Dan put the big glass of chicken breast juice to his nephew's mouth.

"When children are growing, they need to replenish their nutrition, especially protein. You can't eat when your teeth fall off. This glass of chicken breast juice is clean and hygienic. Drink it."

Dan smiled.

This cup of thick chicken breast juice represented his uncle's love for his nephew.

"..."

Itachi had a troubled expression on his face, but he still took it with both hands, then lifted it up, closed his eyes, and gulped it down.

This thing had the smell of chicken poop.

Itachi could not help but put on the "mask of pain", his stomach also spasmed, and he was about to vomit.

"Don't vomit. If you vomit, it will be in vain."

Dan held his nephew's shoulder and reminded him earnestly, "In the future, you have to drink a cup of chicken breast juice every day to strengthen your body. My poor nephew has entered the Anbu Group at the age of 11 and works at a high intensity every day. If his body is exhausted, it is not good to die young."

According to what Dan knew.

Itachi in the original work seemed to have been too tired and had a lung disease, so he coughed himself out.

And he was twenty-four years old, and he had never had a cold or fever since childhood. The most direct reason was that he was very strong.

So, Itachi with a bit of muscle was good for health.

"Thank you, uncle."

Towards Dan's concern, Itachi squeezed out a smile. Although his smile was a bit ugly, it was the first time he had smiled since he came here.

"Go take a shower and change your clothes. Don't catch a cold."

Dan pulled his nephew up from the ground.

Ten minutes later.

Itachi pushed open the bathroom door and walked out in a white T-shirt with a card pattern and a pair of black shorts.

It was a little big.

"This is the clothes the curator wore when he was three years old. There is no smaller one. Just make do with it,"

Said Samui, covering her mouth. He could not help but laugh and tried to maintain her cool image as a cool beauty.

Itachi: ""... "

No wonder the style was so childish.

At this moment.

With a sound, the door of the gym was pushed open, and two ninjas wearing masks walked in.

"Uchiha Itachi, come with us." The two of them came in front of Itachi and said in an emotionless voice like a robot.

Itachi's pupils shrank and he recognized that the other was Root. He nodded silently and then bowed to Dan and Samui.

"Uncle, senior Samui, I will go back first."

"Wait."

"Are they your colleagues in the Anbu Group? I remember that your colleague is a man with white hair. His name is Kakashi, right?" Dan asked.

Hearing this, the two Root Ninjas stepped forward and warned Dan in a cold voice,

"Uchiha Dan, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business."

"You know me?"

Dan was a little surprised, and then he naturally replied, "As an uncle, is there anything wrong with me caring about my nephew?"

When he said this, he put his big hand on Itachi's head.

Itachi froze, and the words he wanted to explain to his uncle were held back.

Root and Root looked at each other, but they didn't force it, as if they knew that this person was a bit difficult to deal with.

One of them finally said their purpose:

"We were ordered to take him to see Danzo Sama."

Sure enough.

Dan knew that the other party was not a member of the Anbu Group, but a member of Root.

The root is affiliated to Anbu, and it is nominally Anbu's training department, but in fact it is not controlled by the third Hokage, and only loyal to Danzo.

Regarding the matter of his nephew Uchiha Itachi.

Dan used to be too lazy to care about it, but now he was determined to do it, and he would not allow Danzo to harm his nephew again.

So.

He pressed on the Itachi's head and said to the two roots without thinking,

"Itachi is my sister's son, so he can be considered my son. As a parent, I am worried that he will go out alone at this late hour, so I want to go with him."

"Impossible!" The two flatly refused.

"What, is there something shady? Then I have to go. If you don't agree to my request, then get lost."

Dan said expressionlessly. His tone was obviously very calm, but he was not angry but arrogant.

"Dan, you don't know what's good for you!"

The two roots couldn't take it anymore and immediately prepared to attack.

Just at this moment of mutual hostility.

"Mr. Dan, Lord Danzo has ordered you and Itachi to go for a chat." A voice came from the door.

Dan looked in the direction of the voice.

The person who spoke was a man wearing a black cloak, black sunglasses, and a purple mark on the right side of his face.

Aburame Tatsuma.

This person was Danzo's trusted aide, who had served as Danzo's guard together with Orochimaru, and after Orochimaru defected, Tatsuma became Danzo's number one general.

Hearing Tatsuma's words, the two Root immediately withdrew their hostility towards Dan and obediently retreated to the side.

"Then let's go."

Dan was very straightforward. He put his arm around Itachi's shoulder and left.

In a dark alley.

Aburame Tatsuma had his hands in his pockets as he walked in front.

Dan and Itachi followed behind him, while the two roots were on the left and right sides, faintly surrounding their uncle and nephew...