Night of the Clan Extermination

In the dead of night, the Uchiha clan compound was unnaturally silent.

The bustling streets were devoid of sound, and a stifling atmosphere permeated every corner.

A strange, dark shadow swept across the street like a ghost, vanishing into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

The master of this shadow was none other than Uchiha Obito, wearing a swirl-patterned mask.

Beneath the mask, his gaze was as cold as frost, devoid of mercy or warmth.

Tonight was the night of the clan extermination he had planned with Uchiha Itachi.

According to their pre-arranged division of labor, Itachi was responsible for those inside the camp, while he was tasked with purging all Uchiha members within the Konoha Military Police Force.

Prior to this, he had already swiftly and precisely eliminated everyone on his list.

Corpses with blood still wet lay quietly in corners throughout the police headquarters, as if narrating the prelude to a cruel slaughter.

Only one left...

Obito thought to himself, his gaze falling upon the unremarkable name on his list.

Uchiha Yuan...

According to the information he possessed, this man named Uchiha Yuan was an ordinary Uchiha who had never awakened his Sharingan.

Thanks to a connection with an elder in the clan, he had barely managed to secure a menial clerical position within the police force.

Obito frowned slightly, the gates of his memory slowly opening as vague images surfaced in his mind.

This person had been in the same year as him.

But unlike himself, Kakashi, or Rin, he hadn't even managed to graduate from the Ninja Academy before returning to the clan to quietly take up clerical work.

Just a man without any ability...

Soon, his figure silently merged into the final office of the police headquarters.

Kamui was activated; after the swirling spatial distortion, Obito remained in a phased state, not yet manifesting.

The office was exceptionally neat and orderly, with the desk covered in meticulously organized documents and ancient books—all related to the history, secrets, and genealogy of the Uchiha clan.

Before the desk, a figure sat quietly, his expression as calm as still water.

Short black hair hung slightly over his forehead, and those eyes were so tranquil they were like a stagnant well.

His gaze rested quietly on the moonlight outside the window, seemingly unaware of the disturbance behind him.

Just as Obito prepared to strike, the figure, who had been as still as a rock, spoke slowly...

"The atmosphere tonight is exceptionally strange... It seems this must be the night of the clan's extermination, isn't it? If I'm not mistaken, Uchiha Obito, you are already behind me, aren't you?"

Hearing his own name, Obito felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

However, he did not reveal himself...

"Hmm? Obito hasn't appeared yet?"

Obito: "..."

Yuan's voice remained so calm it was almost eerie, without the slightest rise or fall:

"What a pity... I was born lacking emotional fluctuations; no matter what happens, I cannot trigger the awakening of the Sharingan."

"For so many years, I have tried many times to feel fear, anger, or sorrow, but unfortunately, such emotions are luxuries to me."

"However, I am not entirely unprepared. Since I cannot awaken my eyes, I can only choose to find another way..."

As he spoke, Yuan slowly turned around, his calm gaze finally landing on the area where Obito was located...

At this moment, Obito felt as if he had already been discovered...

In those black pupils, which lacked any fluctuation, there was a faint trace of compassion, as if he had already seen through everything in the world.

"Actually, I had intended to have a good talk with you tonight..."

"About the truth of this ninja world, and about the true intentions of that man you know nothing about—Uchiha Madara..."

"I am curious whether this information can completely shatter your convictions and cause you to waver at your very foundation."

These words made Obito fall silent.

Although it sounded like gibberish, the keywords he used—Uchiha Madara...

And his own name—all indicated that he knew something.

Where on earth did this unremarkable clerical ninja obtain such intelligence?

Yuan seemed to see through his heart and continued to speak indifferently:

"What a pity... this plan of mine seems to have been whimsical from the start."

"Kamui could kill me in an instant; I had hoped to use this opportunity to observe your reaction a little..."

The voice remained as flat as water, yet Obito felt a strange pressure he had never experienced before.

At the same time, he sensed something wrong with the chakra in the room.

In the silent room, Uchiha Yuan slowly turned his head back, his gaze sweeping across the empty space...

His expression was devoid of ripples, as indifferent as if he were detached from the world.

"Has he not appeared yet?"

His voice was cold and flat, murmuring softly as if to himself.

"Could it be that Obito has not arrived? Truly unreliable, as expected..."

The air in the room seemed to solidify in an instant, the silence becoming heart-stoppingly heavy.

Just then, Yuan slowly raised his head, his gaze directed straight toward the location where Obito was hidden.

Although their gazes did not physically meet, Obito clearly felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.

In that instant, he saw that within Yuan's originally indifferent and calm pupils, a pair of deep and eerie Mangekyo Sharingan had suddenly emerged.

A sense of unprecedented astonishment rose in the depths of Obito's heart; while in his intangible state, he remained on guard against this strange member of the Uchiha clan.

At this moment, Yuan tilted his head slightly, his tone remaining entirely unchanged.

"Actually, there is one thing I did indeed lie to Obito about."

"Although I could not awaken the Sharingan through the normal Uchiha path, I found another way, opening a Mangekyo that belongs to me through an unconventional method."

Yuan's tone was level, slowly recounting matters as if they had nothing to do with himself, yet his voice grew increasingly low and sinister, sending an inexplicable chill through Obito's heart.

His eyes seemed to permeate with thick darkness, as deep as a bottomless well.

"The power of these eyes is also different from the rest; perhaps one should say, it is very special. Just as my name is Yuan."

As he spoke, his pupils rippled once more, the patterns within the Mangekyo Sharingan swirling like a slow-rotating vortex, seemingly whispering of an irresistible and eerie power.

Yuan slowly stood up, and the surrounding air suddenly turned bone-chillingly cold; shadows surged like a tide, darkness and cold intertwining to rapidly swallow the entire room.

Walking step by step toward the area where the intangible Obito stood, Yuan smiled for the first time.

It was just a very unsettling smile...

His tone gradually became low and distant: "When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you..."

Yuan looked toward the direction where Obito was, his gaze seemingly concealing an endless darkness, a darkness that appeared capable of dragging a person's soul into a bottomless, infinite abyss.

Yuan's Mangekyo Sharingan emitted a cold, ghostly light, and a sinister aura shrouded every corner of the room.

Evil to the extreme...

There were never many normal people in the Uchiha clan; that statement by the Second Hokage was truly correct.

They are truly born evil, and they should be completely wiped out.

They clamor every day to go to the battlefield, but good grief, the moment their own people get hurt, they cannot handle it themselves.

If you send the Uchiha clan out to fight, who knows which one of them might suddenly have a mental breakdown from the trauma and come back to take out their own people first?