“For Konoha.”
Uchiha Fugaku spoke:
“Is this answer enough?”
“Bullshit—!!!”
Uchiha Tekka roared, his Sharingan lighting up.
Within his pupils, the Three-Tomoe Sharingan spun frantically, nearly splitting to form a new shape.
Anger, grief, the fury of being betrayed—all these emotions converged, breaking through some kind of barrier.
His ocular power was boiling!
Not only that, but many clansmen who had not yet awakened their Sharingan were doing so now, driven by extreme anger and fear!
“What is Konoha?! It is the Village that we Uchiha, the Senju, and dozens of other Shinobi clans built together!”
“It is land watered by the blood of our ancestors!”
“Now they want to wipe us out!”
“As the clan head, you actually… you actually helped them?!”
“Clansmen—!!!”
Uchiha Tekka roared, raising the Kunai in his hand and pointing it toward Uchiha Fugaku’s family:
“Uchiha Fugaku’s entire family has betrayed us! He has betrayed the Uchiha! He has defected to the Hokage faction! He wants to wipe us all out—!!”
“He poisoned everyone! Uchiha Itachi is massacring the clansmen! He wants to use our Uchiha blood as a token of allegiance to offer to their masters!!!”
“What are you all waiting for?! To die?!”
The emotions within the crowd were completely ignited.
More people revealed their Sharingan.
One-Tomoe Sharingan, Two-Tomoe Sharingan, Three-Tomoe Sharingan.
The scarlet glow merged into one, weaving a sea of despair and fury under the blood moon.
They had once been the founders of Konoha.
They had once been the most feared warriors on the battlefield.
They had once been the sword and shield of the Land of Fire.
Now, they were merely cornered beasts pushed to the brink.
“Kill!!!”
It was unknown who shouted first.
Then, countless Ninja tools flew from the crowd, shooting toward those they once respectfully called “Clan Head” and “Young Master Uchiha Itachi”!
Uchiha Fugaku closed his eyes.
Uchiha Mikoto gripped his sleeve tightly, burying her face in his shoulder.
Uchiha Itachi finally moved.
He leaped down from the utility pole, his body spinning in mid-air.
His long blade traced an arc, deflecting dozens of shuriken.
Clang, clang, clang, clang!
Sparks flew.
He landed in front of Uchiha Fugaku and Uchiha Mikoto, his back to his parents, facing hundreds of clansmen who were furious to the extreme.
And it was at this chaotic moment…
“Ah—!”
A scream rang out.
The sound came from the outskirts of the Uchiha Clan Grounds. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
An Uchiha Shinobi was standing guard with his back to the wall of the Uchiha Clan Grounds when a Kunai suddenly pierced through his heart from behind.
He looked down at the blade tip protruding from his chest, his lips moving as if to say something, but only blood gushed out.
Behind him, a figure wearing an animal mask was slowly withdrawing the blood-stained short blade.
“Enemy attack!!!”
Swish, swish, swish, swish!
Countless black figures darted out from the shadows, swarming into the Uchiha Clan Grounds like locusts.
There were too many of them—three times, five times the number of Uchiha!
Root?
Anbu?
All the cold-blooded, masked killers lunged forward after Danzō gave the order!
“The Uchiha Clan has rebelled! Kill them all! Leave no survivors!”
The sounds of Ninjutsu explosions rang out all over the Uchiha Clan Grounds.
“Kill!!!”
Uchiha Tekka roared as he charged into the enemy ranks, the glow of ocular power flickering in his eyes.
He could feel it; his Three-Tomoe Sharingan were splitting, evolving toward the Mangekyō.
Extreme anger, despair, the pain of betrayal—all of it transformed into ocular power, pouring into those blood-stained eyes!
“Lord Tekka!!!”
Several young Uchiha followed behind him.
Although their Sharingan were only Two-Tomoe Sharingan, driven by anger, their movements were swifter than usual.
“Protect the elderly and children! Cover the retreat of non-combatants!”
“Retreat toward the Naka River! There is a secret passage there!”
“Hurry!!!”
An old woman, supported by her granddaughter, fled from a burning house.
Behind her, the blade of a Root Shinobi was already descending.
Clang!
A Kunai flew in from the side, precisely deflecting the blade.
“Grandma, hurry and run!”
The one who threw the Kunai was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, Uchiha Que, a Genin who had only recently graduated from the Ninja Academy.
His face still held childishness, but his eyes were already as sharp as an adult’s.
But the next second, the Root Shinobi’s companion attacked from the flank, stabbing a blade into Que’s abdomen.
Que grunted, gripping the blade tightly with both hands, refusing to let the opponent pull it out.
His Sharingan spun frantically.
He pulled an explosive tag from his Ninja tool pouch and stuck it onto the Root Shinobi in front of him.
“Hurry… run…”
Boom—!
The explosive tag detonated, and the boy’s figure, along with the two Root Shinobi, vanished in the flames.
The old woman was pulled away by her granddaughter, tears streaming down her face.
Behind them, more scenes like this were playing out.
Danzō stood on a high slope on the outskirts of the Uchiha Clan Grounds, leaning on his cane, coldly watching the carnage below. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
Behind him, only four Root elites remained; the rest had already been committed to the battlefield.
His single eye gleamed with the light of certainty.
“Uchiha Itachi has stopped, so we will have to do it ourselves.”
He said in a deep voice:
“Kill them, leave no one alive! Collect all the eyes for the Root…”
Danzō’s gaze swept across the chaotic battlefield and suddenly stopped in one direction.
A cold sneer tugged at the corners of Danzō’s mouth.
“Otsu.”
He turned his head and ordered his trusted subordinate wearing the dog mask:
“I must obtain Uchiha Fugaku’s eyes, at any cost.”
Otsu responded and vanished from the spot using a Shunshin no Jutsu.
Danzō turned back to continue watching the battlefield.
Over the decades, they had used all sorts of methods to push the Uchiha to this point today.
Now, his long-cherished wish was about to be realized.
Danzō looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, his old face full of intoxication:
“Master Tobirama, I have done it… do you see it?”
Just as his heart was surging with emotion, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows behind him.
Cat mask, Anbu uniform.
Silent and soundless like a wisp of smoke.
Danzō’s sensory perception was top-tier within the Root, but at this moment, he had not even detected this figure’s approach.
Not until a Kunai was pressed against the back of his neck did the cold touch cause his whole body to stiffen.
“Who?!”
Danzō barked, his right hand suddenly raising!
However, the blade was faster.
Countless cold gleams flashed in an instant, and blood sprayed!
Danzō’s body was directly slashed into fragments…
“Huff, huff…”
Danzō’s old face was covered in cold sweat, and he stumbled back a few steps.
“Genjutsu, when…”
Not far away, the cat-masked Shinobi removed the mask, revealing Uchiha Itachi’s face.
Zing!
The Mangekyō Sharingan bloomed, and incomparably powerful ocular power poured out.
“I can come to your side at any time. These eyes are forever in the darkness… watching you!”
“Do not forget what you promised me. Do not have any designs on my younger brother, otherwise…”
The world twisted, and Danzō broke free from the Genjutsu, nearly collapsing to the ground.
He turned his head to look around; only four subordinates were still nearby…
“Kill them for me!!!”
“Yes!”
Although the four subordinates didn’t know why their leader had suddenly acted strangely, they still obeyed the order and charged out to kill.