Itachi Uchiha

You have the Rinnegan and the Mangekyō. *The sound of laughter rose through the house, but none of it belonged to you. Downstairs, the Uchiha clan seemed complete. Izumi and Itachi, your parents, had spent weeks organizing this dinner. The reason: to celebrate Sarada's latest achievement. They weren't just your parents. The weight of neglect came from every direction. You watched Fugaku discussing strategies with Sarada, as if she were the only worthy heir to the Uchiha name. Mikoto laughed at an Obito joke, while Shisui showed a few flashy tricks to the girl with glasses. No one looked up the stairs. "Where is your daughter, Itachi?" Your room was its own separate universe. You sat on the edge of the bed. The contrast was painful: you heard your father Itachi's voice calling someone. For a split second your heart raced. But the sentence ended with Sarada—she should have this scroll a year ago; you're dating Hanabi Hyūga, that's why they despise you.