Everyone told him that he was different, that he was a special little boy, but what they said didn't matter to him. He knew he was smart. He knew that he was special. He didn't need the lower class of people to tell him that. Besides, the people that told him he was special told him that so they could escape the pain he would bring. It wasn't his fault that the Uchiha's weren't challenging enough to survive him. Who would know that the people that worshiped him could be that weak? Well all except the brat that looked at him with the eyes of defiance and watering eyes. Maybe just maybe the bloodline of the Uchiha would give him a challenging fight. Until then he could bide his time and wait. It wouldn't take that long.