A blood-red moon hung high.
Uchiha Itachi walked by slowly.
Fresh blood dripped from his blade, splashing onto the ground like dark red flowers.
There was no expression on his face.
Those Sharingan were as cold as two ice beads embedded in his eye sockets.
The door to an ordinary Uchiha Clan member’s home was half-ajar, with a faint candlelight flickering from within.
On the floor of the entryway, an old man lay on his back.
The old man’s chest had been pierced through, and his hollow eye sockets stared straight at the ceiling.
A twitch of astonishment remained at the corners of his mouth from before he died, and his gray beard was stained dark red with blood.
His name was Uchiha Shinzo, a retired Jōnin, seventy-three years old, who had participated in many great wars for the Village.
He had one son and two grandsons.
His son had just been dealt with by Uchiha Itachi.
Now, it was his grandson’s turn.
Uchiha Itachi stepped over the old man’s corpse and walked toward the inner room.
In the room, a boy of about two or three years old was curled up in a corner.
The boy clutched his knees, trembling violently, as large tears rolled down from his wide-open eyes.
Seeing Uchiha Itachi walk in, a faint glimmer of hope flashed in the boy’s eyes.
He recognized this person.
This was the big brother from the clan leader’s house, the very powerful Ninja.
“Itachi… Brother Itachi…”
The boy’s voice trembled as he reached out his small hand, filled with that near-instinctual desire for survival typical of children:
“Outside… there are bad guys outside… please go and fight the bad guys…”
His voice grew quieter and quieter.
Because he saw that the sword in Uchiha Itachi’s hand was still dripping with blood.
Uchiha Itachi raised his sword.
“Waaaaah—!!!”
The boy finally broke down, letting out a hysterical cry:
“Don’t… don’t kill me… I, I will be good, I will be good from now on… Waaaaah—”
His cries were meaningless; Uchiha Itachi carried a mobile Anbu barrier, and any noise was blocked by it.
This was also the reason why no one had discovered him despite killing so many people.
The blade descended.
The crying stopped abruptly.
Fresh blood splattered onto the wall, winding its way along the texture of the tatami mats.
Uchiha Itachi withdrew his sword and turned to leave.
His pace was steady, without the slightest hesitation.
From entering the room to leaving, it took less than ten seconds in total.
Deal with the next house!
He continued deeper along the alley.
Every door he passed, he pushed open.
Every room, he checked. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
Every person, regardless of gender or age, whether they had awakened their Sharingan or not, whether they possessed combat ability…
Kill!
The demon flickered through the area, each movement signifying the extinction of a household.
Uchiha Itachi had just killed a Uchiha Clan member who had awakened their Sharingan when an old man lunged at him.
The old man held a rusty kitchen knife in both hands, his Sharingan glowing in the dim candlelight.
His eyes only had two tomoe.
This elderly man on the verge of death was the grandfather of this household, Uchiha Shinji.
In his youth, he had also been a Chūnin who participated in the war.
But now, old and frail, he even needed a cane to walk.
At this moment, the hand gripping the kitchen knife was trembling violently, not out of fear, but out of anger.
“Young Clan Leader? Itachi—!!!”
The old man roared with a hoarse throat:
“What are you doing?! Those are your kin! Those are your relatives!!!”
Uchiha Itachi did not answer.
His figure flickered, and then he struck with a backhand slash.
The old man let out a muffled groan, lost his balance, and fell forward onto the threshold.
But he was not dead yet.
He gripped the threshold, crawling forward inch by inch, toward the inner room.
His fingers gouged ten bloody marks into the wooden floorboards.
“Arin… take the child… run…”
Inside the inner room, a woman in her sixties was clutching her daughter-in-law, a young pregnant woman with a huge belly, tightly.
The old woman was trembling all over, covering her daughter-in-law’s mouth tightly to prevent her from making a single sound.
She wept silently.
She was praying to all the gods and Buddhas she knew.
Praying that the demon-like youth would not find this place.
Praying that her daughter-in-law and the grandchild in her womb, who was due to be born in a month, could escape this disaster.
Footsteps approached, and the sliding door was pulled open.
“Please… please…”
The old woman fell to her knees with a thud.
She did not resist.
She could not possibly defeat this youth known as the number one genius of the Uchiha Clan.
She could only kneel.
She could only beg.
“Master Itachi… Arin… she is about to give birth, please… spare them…”
“If you must kill… kill me, this old woman…”
“Please… please…”
Uchiha Itachi simply raised his sword.
Then, the blade descended.
Uchiha Itachi pulled out his sword and gave it a shake; amidst the scattering blood, he had already used Body Flicker to leave, leaving behind two corpses and three lives. Read this novel at NovelPing for the best experience.
This path had already been set.
Purge the Uchiha Clan, prevent civil war.
Protect the beloved Konoha.
Protect Sasuke.
As for himself…
It didn’t matter anymore.
Uchiha Itachi continued to kill forward, the sound of blood dripping echoing in the empty alley.
Behind him was the street that had been soaked in blood.
Ahead were more lights that had not yet been extinguished, and more threats waiting to be purged.
On the outskirts of the Uchiha Clan Grounds, Chakra fluctuations came from four directions simultaneously.
It was the Root blockade unit.
They surrounded the entire Uchiha Clan Grounds, ensuring that not a single Uchiha could walk out alive.
This was the night of the massacre.
This was the darkness under the illumination of the Will of Fire.
And at the center of it all was a thirteen-year-old youth, who was personally slaughtering his entire clan, one sword strike at a time.
Anbu Ninja stood at their respective posts; they didn’t even know what was happening…
Blood had flowed into rivers, and the moon had been dyed red.
Inside the Uchiha Clan Grounds, the slaughter continued.
This Ninja clan that had once created Konoha was being slaughtered by one of its own.
Uchiha Itachi withdrew his sword.
In front of him were three corpses.
An old man, a woman, a toddler; none were Ninja, they were civilians of the clan.
So sticky…
He wiped his hands, but the blood on the sword could no longer be wiped off.
But it didn’t matter.
The moon watched all of this silently from above.
Speed is the essence of war!
Dragging a little girl hiding in a wardrobe out and beheading her, Uchiha Itachi did not delay for even half a second, flashing toward the next house to kill.
In fact, there were many experts in the Uchiha Clan, but they could not stop the slaughterer for even half a step.
This was because they were facing the Uchiha Clan’s top combat power, the strongest eye—the Mangekyō!
Their Sharingan, which they took pride in, were useless.
They were completely defenseless, but the murderer had planned for a long time and was fully prepared.
After all, this was Konoha!
It was the Uchiha Clan Grounds!
The three characters “Uchiha” were enough to deter petty thieves, let alone the protection of the elites of the Konoha Military Police Force; this should have been the safest place.
But what they did not expect was that a “great filial son,” unprecedented and likely never to be surpassed, had emerged from within the clan!
And the Konoha Military Police Force, in which everyone placed their hopes…
At this moment, the Konoha Military Police Force was also in shambles; a Masked Man collected the last Sharingan and slowly walked out of the Konoha Military Police Force building.
“…What is going on?”