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In an instant, the surroundings changed drastically—everyone was pulled into Tsukuyomi's illusion space by Sasuke.
Itachi's brow furrowed subconsciously.
Tsukuyomi?
Could it be that the Sasuke from this tiline had already awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan…?
"Is this… the place where we t the master and Brother Itachi earlier?" Boruto glanced around, recognizing the location they had passed just two hours ago.
The older Sasuke nodded and turned.
"Yes. It's right here. Everything began on that night."
Mikoto, Fugaku, Uchiha Hikaru, Little Sasuke, and Boruto all noticed the strong scent of blood hanging in the air.
Boruto's stomach churned. He nearly vomited but managed to suppress the nausea rising in his chest.
Fugaku shook his head silently, frowning.
"So, what I saw back then was the future you lived."
The older Sasuke gave a brief nod, saying nothing more.
The heavy atmosphere silenced everyone as they turned their attention back to the scene unfolding before them.
Inside the Tsukuyomi illusion, everything appeared eerily real, as though they were standing there on that very night.
Eight-year-old Sasuke had just left the Ninja Academy and was walking ho along the northernmost street of the Uchiha district as night fell.
But what greeted him there made his entire body tremble.
"…What… what happened here…?"
Illusion-Sasuke stumbled two steps back.
The once-bustling street was now in ruins, soaked in blood. The clan mbers who had greeted him earlier that day now lay dead in the street—eyes wide open in shock and horror, dying without closure.
Suddenly, he rembered sothing and turned toward his ho, his feet pounding against the bloodstained road as he sprinted.
"Dad… Mom…"
Their viewpoint followed Sasuke through the Tsukuyomi. Shattered signs. Corpses pierced by kunai and swords. Even the elderly couple who often sold him pancakes in the morning—dead, collapsed in the middle of the road.
At last, Sasuke reached his house. The darkness surrounding the building seed to confirm his worst fears—but still, he clung to a sliver of hope.
He ran to the door of his parents' room and threw it open.
"Dad! Mom! What's going o—"
He froze.
Fugaku and Mikoto lay motionless on the floor. Their backs bore deep gashes, cut to the bone. Blood soaked the walls in thick spatters.
Step... step…
From the shadowed corner where moonlight didn't reach, a figure erged slowly.
Sasuke raised his arms instinctively in terror.
"D-Don't kill …"
His voice trembled, full of tears. He was just a child—eight years old. His fear of death was instinctual and raw.
The figure stepped into the moonlight.
That face.
So familiar.
Sasuke's eyes widened. He shook his head, unwilling to accept what he was seeing.
"Nii-san… why?"
Itachi stepped forward, his eyes devoid of emotion. The tomoe in his Sharingan twisted, morphing into the Mangekyō pattern.
The scene of the massacre began to replay.
Screaming. Begging. Sobbing. Curses.
The clang of kunai.
The slicing of blades.
The splatter of blood.
Sasuke clutched his head, expression twisted in agony, tears flowing uncontrollably. His scream tore through the silence.
"BROTHER, NO! STOP! Don't show this! AHHHHHH!!"
"No! I don't want to see this! AHHHH!!!"
Then—he suddenly snapped out of it.
His beloved brother had beco a monster.
Terror overwheld him. Sasuke turned and ran, sprinting as fast as he could.
Everyone's dead. I have to survive… I must survive! I am the only one left! I am the last hope of the Uchiha!
I can't die!
Fueled by that belief, he fled into the streets.
But above him, the cries of crows echoed, chilling him to the bone.
The crows converged, forming a shape—a silhouette.
Itachi again.
Sasuke stumbled to a stop, staring up at him with despair in his eyes.
"Why, Nii-san? Why did you kill everyone? Mom and Dad—WHY?!"
Itachi stared at him like he were a stranger.
"Why?"
"Because I wanted to test my abilities. To prove my strength."
The cold, dead words pierced Sasuke's chest like kunai.
He didn't want to believe it. He couldn't.
"How… how could you…"
But Itachi's face remained unchanged.
Mad. Fanatical. Calm. Unshaken.
"Sasuke. I played the part of your perfect older brother… all just to evaluate your potential."
"You will be my test—my gauge for how powerful I've beco. We share the sa blood… and you have the potential."
"Sasuke… do you understand?"
"Three tomoe… is not the end for the Uchiha. Beyond that… is a greater eye: the Mangekyō Sharingan."
"Even the Uchiha Clan's forr leader, Uchiha Madara—the one who founded Konoha alongside the First Hokage—lost his mind to these eyes. He even killed his own brother."
"Because only by transplanting a sibling's Mangekyō can you gain eternal light."
"You should hate . Burn this night into your soul. Make defeating your only reason for living. That's why I spared you—so you could live for revenge."
"You, like , have the potential to awaken the Mangekyō. But there's a condition—you must kill your best friend."
Sasuke's eyes widened. A single image flashed in his mind: Naruto.
Itachi turned and walked away, having delivered his cruel doctrine.
"My foolish little brother… if you want to kill …"
"…then hate . Detest . Live in misery. Run away. Cling to life."
"And when you awaken eyes like mine… co find ."
The illusion stopped abruptly.
Sasuke stood, frozen.
The people behind him had pained expressions on their faces—except for Uchiha Hikaru, who remained calm.
Itachi, in particular, looked devastated—as if he wanted to kill himself.
What kind of monster would do sothing like that…?
Was this really him?
He wanted to shout at Hikaru: "Is there a word worse than 'monster'!?"
This was insane.
Not just that, but Itachi now felt a deep fear gnawing at his heart.
If Uchiha Hikaru hadn't existed in this world…
…would I have… done the sa thing…?
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