“Impossible!” Uchiha Setsuna slammed his hands on the table and stood up.
“Itachi is the young master of the clan, the future of our family.
He could never do such a thing!” “Do you really understand Uchiha Itachi?
Do you truly know the truth behind Big Brother Shisui’s death?!” Senya questioned coldly.
Without waiting for Uchiha Setsuna to answer, Senya asserted, “You know nothing.
You have never truly understood him.” “He is more extreme than anyone else.
He is an absolute madman.” Senya’s face revealed a mocking sneer.
“To him, the clan is nothing but an arrogant, narrow-minded, and ignorant rotting vessel that can no longer contain his ‘magnificent’ capacity.” “Between Konoha and the clan, he chose Konoha.” Having said his piece, Senya fell silent, giving Uchiha Setsuna time to digest the information.
After a long silence, Uchiha Setsuna asked in a hoarse voice, “Who else killed Uchiha Shisui, besides Danzo?” Senya’s face filled with sorrow as he said mournfully, “Uchiha Itachi!” Uchiha Setsuna raised his head.
The three tomoe in his eyes slowly spun, his scarlet pupils blooming with an eerie light.
“How do you know all this?” Senya’s expression struggled.
A few seconds later, the grief and indignation on his face turned into a blank stare.
He took out a folded letter from his ninja pouch and spoke in a dull, robotic voice, “Big Brother Shisui left me a suicide note.
That’s how I know.” “Were you and Shisui close?” “Yes.
Big Brother Shisui treated me like a younger brother, and I saw him as my older brother.” “Do you harbor hatred for Uchiha Itachi?” Senya’s face contorted fiercely, veins bulging on his forehead.
“He killed Big Brother Shisui!
I will kill him to avenge Big Brother Shisui!” Uchiha Setsuna stopped asking questions and took the suicide note.
Upon opening it, he noticed the creases were frayed, and the corners had wrinkles left by excessive finger pressure.
The paper still bore the faint traces of water droplets that had soaked through it.
The frayed creases, the wrinkled corners, the traces left by water droplets…
All of this spoke volumes about the original owner’s state of mind at the time.
He read it word by word under the dim light.
From beginning to end, not missing a single word.
‘To Senya: By the time you read this letter, I will already be dead.
I originally wanted to use my Mangekyo Sharingan to stop this impending conflict.
Unfortunately, Itachi…
he reported me to the Third Hokage and Shimura Danzo.
I naively believed I could change everything, but clearly, I was wrong.
My Sharingan will likely be taken by Danzo.
If you hear the news of my suicide, it means the clan has reached the brink of life and death!
Beware of Uchiha Itachi!
He has completely sided with Konoha!
Beware…
the Third Hokage, beware of Shimura Danzo!!!
Senya, if it’s you, you will definitely find a way to resolve this crisis.
I leave it to you.’ Uchiha Setsuna read it over and over again.
‘It is Shisui’s handwriting, and the tone matches Shisui’s habits perfectly.’ Rustle, rustle…
A cool breeze blew outside, sending a chill down Uchiha Setsuna’s spine.
He realized his thin pajamas had been soaked with cold sweat without him even noticing.
When the wind blew, it felt freezing.
Snapping back to reality, he folded the letter and had Senya put it back where it belonged.
“Senya,” Uchiha Setsuna deactivated his Sharingan and asked, looking slightly exhausted, “How do you know all this?” Senya woke up from his dazed state, his eyes still carrying a hint of bewilderment.
As if he had no idea what had just happened.
“Elder, what were you just saying?
I didn’t catch that, could you repeat it?” A person controlled by genjutsu would experience a brief moment of disorientation after the jutsu was released.
The outward symptoms included a lack of focus, a blank expression, and so on.
“How do you know all this?” The muscles in Senya’s cheeks twitched slightly.
His left hand unconsciously reached for his ninja pouch, then recoiled as if electrocuted.
The movement was incredibly subtle.
If Uchiha Setsuna hadn’t been observing him closely, he truly wouldn’t have noticed this tiny action.
The last shred of suspicion in Uchiha Setsuna’s heart faded away.
Uchiha Senya was just a sixteen-year-old youth.
If a child his age really had any ulterior motives, they could never escape the insight of his eyes!
From the beginning until now, he hadn’t noticed anything unusual.
Which meant…
Everything Uchiha Senya said was very likely true!
His gaze grew exceptionally sharp, like an unsheathed blade.
“I am a clan elder.
Do you really not trust me?” Senya stood in place, his head slightly bowed.
The flickering candlelight in the room cast shifting shadows across his face.
Senya’s breathing grew heavier, as if an intense internal struggle was raging within his mind.
After an unknown amount of time, he dropped to one knee and pulled a folded letter from his ninja pouch.
“Elder, please see for yourself.
This is the suicide note Big Brother Shisui left for me!
Big Brother Shisui was forced to his death by that ungrateful wretch Uchiha Itachi, colluding with the Konoha higher-ups.
They even want to massacre our entire clan, sparing no one—men, women, children, or the elderly.
They won’t leave a single living soul!” “Tomorrow, when the Clan Head goes to negotiate with them, he will definitely get a satisfactory result.
But it’s all a disguise by Konoha to paralyze us and make us lower our guard!” Uchiha Setsuna took the forged suicide note from Senya.
After reading it, he remained silent.
Senya stood up and pulled out a kunai, his voice resolute and calm.
“I am willing to prove its authenticity with my death.” His calmness made it clear that this was not an impulsive act.
Rather, it was a choice made after careful deliberation.
Gripping the handle of the kunai with both hands, Senya thrust it toward his own heart without hesitation, like a warrior who had passed the point of no return.
The cold, sharp tip pierced through the thin fabric, easily tearing his skin and sinking into the muscle, causing blood to seep out.
But there was no fear in Senya’s eyes.
There was only calmness and absolute resolve!
Whoosh!
A gust of wind blew past.
Senya’s vision blurred as Uchiha Hikura, who had been guarding outside, suddenly appeared in front of him, clamping down on Senya’s wrists with hands like iron tongs.
“I believe you,” Uchiha Setsuna said.
Hikura hurriedly pulled out the kunai.
Senya, as if reacting belatedly, covered the wound with his hand, his palm staining red with blood.
Only at this moment did Setsuna truly stop doubting Senya’s motives, even filling in the blanks himself: Uchiha Senya had previously been a strong advocate for handling the conflict with Konoha through peaceful means.
Yet in just a few days, his attitude had undergone an earth-shattering change.
It was obviously because of that suicide note!
It made sense.
It made perfect sense.
There were no flaws in his logic or his motives.
“Go back, treat your wound, and rest.
I will handle this matter with the Clan Head.” Senya exclaimed in alarm, “Elder Setsuna, informing the Clan Head will only accelerate the clan’s destruction!” “Uchiha Senya, you are not to carelessly slander the Clan Head!
Now leave, quickly!” Uchiha Hikura, standing to the side, appeared to be scolding him, but was actually protecting him.
“Wait,” Uchiha Setsuna called out, stopping Senya.
Hikura hurriedly spoke up to explain on his behalf, “Lord Setsuna, Uchiha Senya spoke without thinking just now.
Please forgive him, considering he is injured.”