Just when Izumi's young face froze in bewildernt, unsure what to do, she suddenly heard Chizumi-senpai speak. Yet it sounded as though he were addressing Itachi, not her.
"On you I've seen one of the greatest 'evils' in the ninja world. I saw it once before, and I am seeing it again now. Whatever ripples my butterfly may stir in Konoha, the 'evil' clinging to you seems unchanged."
Uchiha Chizumi's tone was even colder than Uchiha Itachi's.
He gazed silently at the prompt hovering above Itachi's head.
With his eyes he could clearly make out a dense wall of words—each future cri laid bare in tiny white letters, packed together in a chaotic yet imposing array.
These…
were the monstrous sins Itachi would commit one year from now, on the night the Uchiha clan would be annihilated!
The victims would include the elderly, won, children—even infants.
n and won, young and old, shinobi and civilians alike: absolutely everyone.
Itachi's brow furrowed slightly. "Evils" on ? He could not grasp what Chizumi ant; deep down he believed himself untouched by evil.
At that mont—
Izumi, who had wandered in unaware, suddenly thought of sothing. Her pupils contracted in shock.
"S-Senpai… your eyes—can they actually see the 'evil' on Itachi‑kun?!"
Eyes?!
Father and son—Itachi and Fugaku—instantly seized on that critical word.
They realized Chizumi's claim to "see evil" was no taphor.
He might be literally seeing it.
Izumi clearly knew a secret about Chizumi that the others did not—very likely tied to the Sharingan.
"Indeed, I see it," Chizumi said. "Uchiha Itachi, the 'evil' in you ceaselessly stirs my killing intent. Yet reason tells this evil lies neither in the present nor in the past."
Itachi's eyes flickered.
Fugaku's thoughts raced.
"Chizumi, what exactly do you see on Itachi?" Fugaku t Chizumi's gaze. Though he tried to suppress his turmoil, the concern in his voice could not be hidden.
"Your eyes… can they perceive what ours cannot? Is this a power unique to you? Have you awakened that legendary eye?"
Chizumi rose and walked forward until he stood a single ter from Itachi—an eighteen‑year‑old facing a twelve‑year‑old, their heights differing by many centiters.
One of Itachi's feet slid back a fraction; chakra gathered unconsciously in his eyes.
The distance was far too close.
If Chizumi struck, even should Itachi's eyes and brain react in ti, his body could never evade.
Yet—
Itachi realized Chizumi was rely reciting sothing he alone could see, prefacing it with a calm announcent:
"Uchiha Itachi, let us catalogue your future 'evils'."
For reasons unknown, a peculiar tension seized Itachi—he felt utterly laid bare, as though he possessed no secrets at all.
"One year from now, on a certain night, Uchiha Hazuki will die with a ninja blade through her heart. The murderer—Uchiha Itachi."
Chizumi's voice was low and eerie.
Itachi, Fugaku, Izumi—each was stunned.
"Uchiha Hazuki—that's…,"
Especially Izumi—her horrified gaze locked on Itachi, her breath nearly stopping.
"That's… my mother…"
"A year from now? Chizumi, do you—" Fugaku's focus snapped to that terrifying power that seed to see the future.
If this was tied to Chizumi's eyes, it had to be Mangekyō Sharingan.
Suddenly Fugaku fit past events together: why Chizumi always uncovered a culprit's cris, why every case he handled ended with a perfect record, why he never wronged anyone.
It must be an astounding Mangekyō dōjutsu!
Itachi stood motionless. "My… future evil?"
Chizumi ignored their varied reactions and continued reading.
"That sa year, that sa night, Uchiha Keiko will be beheaded by ninja blade. The murderer—Uchiha Itachi."
Fugaku's eyes widened—Uchiha Keiko was a childhood playmate, now running a noodle shop at the compound.
"That sa year, that sa night, Uchiha Izumi will die under a Sharingan illusion. The murderer—Uchiha Itachi."
Instantly Fugaku's gaze snapped to the already‑petrified Izumi.
Izumi stiffly shifted her shaking eyes to Itachi; he too glanced back at her instinctively.
"Chizumi, you…" Fugaku had countless questions, his face betraying his shock—but before he could finish, Chizumi's next words left him speechless.
"That sa year, that sa night, Uchiha Mikoto will die in the family hall."
Fugaku's fists clenched, his pupils trembling, breath suddenly erratic.
Even the dumbfounded Itachi jerked his head up.
"The murderer,"
"Uchiha Itachi."
"That sa year…"
"That sa night…"
Na after na spilled from Chizumi's lips, each different, their manners of death much the sa:
A blade through the chest, a head cut off, a throat slit, or a distant kill by shuriken or kunai—all the swift, efficient thods at which Itachi excelled.
Every na bore the surna Uchiha. Many Fugaku recognized; many were ordinary clan mbers with no Sharingan, not even shinobi.
Their killer, without exception:
Uchiha Itachi.
Fugaku soon lost count of how many clansn Chizumi nad—until he finally heard his own.
At that point, Fugaku felt almost numb.
"This is the 'evil' I see on you. Uchiha Itachi… it is evil that will take place on a certain night one year from now—the Night of the Uchiha Massacre. After that, the Uchiha clan will cease to exist."
At so unknown mont, Chizumi's hand had closed around Itachi's throat.
His speed was not great—an ordinary person could have avoided it—yet Itachi chose not to.
"Now… Do you still wish to ask why I tried to kill you all those years ago?"
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