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"It's over." As Itachi walked out of the Naka Shrine, both his tone and the aura surrounding him grew colder and more murderous than ever before.
Minato and Uchiha Shisui observed this transformation. Minato and Tsunade'e anbu had activated the Prison of the Four Violet Flas Formation and Shishui used Wood Style supporting the array.
"Now, I only need to play my last part as the shinobi of Konoha and as a Uchiha. Shisui, Lord Fifth Hokage, leave the rest to ," Itachi said, his expression calm, but a trace of sadness lingered in his eyes, a single tear threatening to fall.
"Also, Lord Fifth Hokage, this is sothing my father asked to give you."
With those words, Itachi handed a scroll to Minato. Minato's face softened, conflicted as he took the scroll from Itachi. Uchiha Shisui, with a tight-lipped expression, patted Itachi's shoulder twice before turning and walking away.
They both knew this might be the last ti they would et.
Once they were gone, Itachi took a deep breath, steeling himself. He knew he had one final task to complete before he left. He would have to perform the last act of his role.
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The two hundred Uchiha radicals each had their family mbers.
As ti passed and night fell, the families in the Uchiha district grew concerned. Fathers, husbands, sons—many had gone to Naka Shrine for a eting but had not returned. One by one, they began to walk out from their hos, heading toward the shrine. Among them were Uchiha Mikoto, the wife of the clan leader, and Uchiha Sasuke, his second son.
On the streets of Konoha, groups of Uchiha won and children made their way together toward the outskirts of the village. The full moon above them had an eerie, blood-red glow.
"What a strong sll of blood..." Mikoto murmured, her senses sharp from years as a ninja. Leading the group of Uchiha won and children, she approached the gate of Naka Shrine, only to be taken aback by the overwhelming scent of blood emanating from within. An ominous premonition crept into her mind.
With a soft creak, the shrine's gate slowly opened. From within, a young boy—no older than fourteen—erged. In his hand, he gripped a shinobi tanto, its edge glowing a sinister red in the moonlight.
"Nissan..." Sasuke whispered, instinctively stepping forward. Normally, he would have rushed into his brother's arms without hesitation, but the sheer, terrifying aura radiating from his older brother left him frozen in place, speechless.
The sa was true for the other won.
"Itachi..." Uchiha Mikoto's voice broke the silence. She stepped forward, holding Sasuke with one hand, her other hand reaching out toward her son with a worried frown. "What happened... to your father?"
Uchiha Itachi's expression remained cold as he slowly closed his eyes. After several seconds of silence, he suddenly opened them, revealing his Mangekyō Sharingan. The three-tomoe pattern in his eyes twisted into a triangular dart shape.
In an instant, the world around them was bathed in a blood-red hue. The won and children who stood nearby were overwheld by the sudden shift. They were plunged into the terrifying reality of what Itachi had done.
Within the Naka Shrine, Uchiha Fugaku, the clan patriarch, was in the midst of a discussion with two hundred of his fellow Uchiha. At that mont, a teenager—Itachi—rushed into the room. His eyes were filled with ruthless determination, and without hesitation, he swung his shinobi sword, cutting down his clanmates. The cries of rcy from the people inside filled the air, but they were quickly silenced as their lives were taken.
Among them was his father, Uchiha Fugaku. Though it was an illusion created by Tsukuyomi, where ti and space were manipulated, the scene was vividly real for those witnessing it. The trauma of watching the massacre unfold before them—especially knowing it was a vision created by Itachi—was indescribable.
Sasuke was the first to collapse, unable to hold it in. He fell to his knees, retching uncontrollably.
The other family mbers were equally devastated. Many collapsed to the ground, so even losing consciousness from the sheer emotional strain. Despite bearing the Uchiha na, most of them were not warriors. They were simple won, children, and civilians—people with no fighting ability, only the weight of their family ties.
The illusion may have been a re vision, but the impact it had on them was all too real.
"Itachi... Could it be that... you did this to them...?" Miyako Uchiha gasped, her voice trembling.
"How is this possible? Itachi, why did you...?" Izumi whispered, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"My god, Itachi... you..." Uchiha Mikoto stamred, unable to process what she was witnessing.
The Uchiha won and children, still barely conscious, stared at Itachi in utter disbelief. The boy they had once known as polite, a proud mber of the Uchiha clan, had committed such an unimaginable atrocity.
"Impossible! Nissan would never do sothing like this!" Sasuke shouted, his voice cracking with anguish. His hands clenched tightly into fists. "Nissan, please, speak to !"
Itachi remained silent for a few monts, his gaze cold and distant. Finally, his voice broke the silence, quiet but sharp. "What a foolish brother..."
After another brief pause, Itachi continued his words carrying a heavy weight. "In the Naka Shrine, beneath the next to last tatami mat, there is an ancient secret stone monunt left to the Uchiha clan by the Sage of Six Paths. It holds the secrets of the Uchiha clan—the history of the Sharingan and the thod for awakening the Mangekyō Sharingan."
"That thod is..." he continued, his voice a chilling whisper. "To kill the person you love the most."
The triangular dart in Itachi's Mangekyō Sharingan seed to expand, its gaze piercing and cold.
"Kill the one you love the most..." Mikoto whispered, her face drained of color as the horror of his words sank in. "Itachi, is this why...?"
"It is," Itachi confird, his tone icy. "This was the only way for to awaken these eyes."
He looked at them, his gaze filled with disdain. "My goal has been achieved. I have no hope left for this wretched clan."
Sasuke's heart shattered at the revelation. "Why are you lying Nii-chan!" he scread, his rage consuming him. He charged toward Itachi, his fists raised, ready to fight.
"No, Sasuke! Stop!" Mikoto cried, rushing forward to stop him, but it was too late.
Sasuke, blinded by anger, threw himself at Itachi. But Itachi remained unmoved. Without even looking at his brother, he effortlessly dodged the attack. With a single, fluid motion, he kicked Sasuke in the chest, sending him crashing into the trunk of a large tree.
"Foolish little brother..." Itachi muttered coldly, his voice echoing the harshness of his words. "If you want to kill , if you hate , then live. Live forever, clinging to your life, and co back when you have the sa eyes as mine. Only then will your existence have any aning."
Though Itachi had originally planned for Shisui to end his life in the future, he found it acceptable for Sasuke to take that role. Whether it was Shisui or Sasuke, as long as one of them could end his life as a sinner, Itachi believed that his death would eventually restore the Uchiha clan's glory and bring them back to Konoha.
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