It had been exactly five years since the Uchiha clan massacre.
Over the past five years, Sasuke had thought that, with Naruto and his other friends keeping him company and caring for him, the pain of losing his parents and clan had faded somewhat. As for Itachi Uchiha, that man was merely a target he wanted to kill.
But after five years of composure, the moment he saw his brother, Itachi Uchiha—the cold-blooded, heartless executioner—and saw that mocking, disdainful expression on his face, as though his parents and clansmen meant nothing to him, like ants he had accidentally crushed beneath his foot without stirring even a ripple in his heart...
The rage buried deep within Sasuke's heart was instantly drawn out, surging like a tidal wave...
Itachi Uchiha might not care about the lives of his parents and clansmen, but Sasuke cared deeply. Nor would he allow anyone else to belittle their lives.
Itachi Uchiha must die!
Looking at the mocking man standing atop the streetlamp, wearing the same teasing expression he had worn on the day he slaughtered their parents and clansmen, Sasuke's emotions violently churned. Boundless fury filled him, nearly driving him out of control...
Itachi stood atop the streetlamp with his arms folded, a mocking look on his face. He did not look at Sasuke, whose entire body trembled with rage and agitation. Instead, his gaze fell upon Naruto beside him. Naruto, tall and powerfully built, wore a calm expression, yet beneath that calm, Itachi could still see the faint concern he had hidden away—the concern he felt for his younger brother Sasuke.
Looking at the taller Sasuke, Itachi thought that after five years apart, Naruto seemed to have taken good care of him. He looked at Naruto and smiled. "Oh? It seems my little brother has