Shinobi World Iron Man

One night, several days ago. The moon was bright, the stars were sparse, and crows flew south. Inside the Uchiha Clan head's residence. "Father, you called me here. Is something the matter?" Itachi Uchiha sat properly across from Fugaku, his posture upright, meticulous, neither servile nor overbearing. That was because Fugaku Uchiha had been training him in such things since he was young. Itachi could not say he liked it, but he did not resist it too much either.