Night of the Clan Massacre

In the dark of night, the Uchiha Clan compound was eerily silent.

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

A strange black shadow swept across the street like a ghost, vanishing into the darkness in an instant.

The owner of that shadow was Uchiha Obito, wearing a spiral-patterned mask.

Behind the mask, his eyes were cold as frost, devoid of pity or warmth.

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

According to their prearranged roles, Uchiha Itachi was responsible for those inside the compound, while he was tasked with purging every Uchiha member of Konoha's Police Force.

Before this, he had already dealt with every Uchiha member on the list swiftly and precisely.

The corpses, their blood not yet dry, still lay quietly in various corners of the Police Force headquarters, as though recounting the prelude to a cruel slaughter.

"Only one left..."

Obito murmured inwardly, his gaze falling upon an inconspicuous name on the list...

Uchiha Yuan...

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

Only because of an elder in the clan had he barely been assigned to the Police Force, where he handled insignificant clerical work.

Obito frowned slightly as the gates of memory gradually opened, vague images surfacing in his mind.

This man had been in the same class as him.

But unlike him, Kakashi, and Rin, he had failed to graduate from the Ninja Academy and returned directly to the clan, quietly taking up clerical work.

"Just a completely useless guy..."

Soon, his figure silently melded into the final office of the Police Force headquarters.

Kamui activated. After the spiral-shaped distortion of space, Obito entered his intangible state and did not appear.

The furnishings in the office were exceptionally neat and orderly. The desk was piled with carefully sorted documents and ancient books, all concerning the Uchiha Clan's history, secrets, genealogies, and the like.

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

His short black hair hung lightly over his forehead, and his eyes were calm, nearly as motionless as an ancient well.

He gazed quietly at the moonlight beyond the window, seemingly unaware of the disturbance behind him.

Just as Obito was about to strike, the figure that had been still as a rock slowly spoke...

"The atmosphere tonight is particularly strange... It seems this must already be the night of the clan massacre. If I'm not mistaken, Uchiha Obito, you're already behind me, aren't you?"

Hearing his own name, Obito's heart jolted.

Yet he did not appear...

"Hm? Obito still hasn't shown himself?"

Obito: "..."

Yuan's voice remained calm to an almost eerie degree, without the slightest rise or fall:

"What a pity... I was born lacking emotional fluctuations. No matter what happens, I can never trigger the awakening of the Sharingan."

"For all these years, I have repeatedly tried to feel fear, anger, and grief. Unfortunately, such emotions are luxuries to me."

"Still, I was not entirely unprepared. Since I could not awaken my eyes, I could only seek another path..."

As he spoke, Yuan slowly turned around, his tranquil gaze finally falling upon the area where Obito stood...

At that moment, Obito felt as though Yuan had already noticed him...

Within those utterly still black pupils, there seemed to be a faint trace of compassion, as though he had long seen through everything in the world.

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

"About the truth of this Shinobi World, and about the real intentions of that man you know nothing about, Uchiha Madara..."

"I'm curious whether this information can completely shatter your convictions and shake you to your very core."

Those words left Obito speechless.

Though they sounded like nonsense, the few key words Yuan knew—Uchiha Madara...

And his own name—suggested that he knew something.

Where had this inconspicuous clerical ninja obtained such intelligence?

As though he had seen through Obito's thoughts, Yuan continued calmly:

"What a pity... This plan of mine seems to have been somewhat fanciful from the start."

"Kamui can kill me in an instant. I had thought I could take this opportunity to observe your reaction a little..."

His voice remained as placid as water, yet Obito felt an unprecedented, eerie pressure.

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

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

His expression did not ripple in the slightest, detached as though he stood apart from the world.

"Still not appearing?"

His voice was cool and calm as he muttered softly to himself...

"Could it be that Obito hasn't come yet? As expected, he isn't very reliable..."

The air in the room seemed to freeze in an instant, the silence enough to make one's heart tremble.

At that moment, Yuan slowly raised his head, his eyes staring directly toward Obito's position.

Though their gazes did not truly meet, Obito clearly felt an inexplicable pressure.

In that instant, a pair of deep and eerie Mangekyō Sharingan abruptly emerged within Yuan's formerly indifferent, tranquil eyes.

Unprecedented shock rose within Obito. Still intangible, he warily watched the strange Uchiha clansman before him.

Yuan tilted his head slightly, his tone unchanged.

"Actually, there is one thing I truly deceived Obito about."

"Although I could not awaken the Sharingan through the normal Uchiha path, I found another way and opened my own Mangekyo through an unconventional method."

Yuan spoke evenly and slowly, recounting something that seemed to have nothing to do with him. Yet his voice grew increasingly low and sinister, sending an inexplicable chill through Obito's heart.

His gaze seemed to seep with thick darkness, as deep as a bottomless well.

"The power of these eyes is different as well. Or perhaps I should say, exceptionally special. Just as my name is Yuan."

As he spoke, his pupils rippled again. The patterns within his Mangekyō Sharingan resembled slowly turning whirlpools, as though silently describing an irresistible Weird Power.

Yuan slowly rose to his feet. The air around him suddenly turned bitingly cold, shadows surging like a tide as darkness and chill intertwined, swiftly swallowing the entire room.

Step by step, he approached the area where intangible Obito stood. Yuan smiled for once.

But the smile was deeply unsettling...

His tone gradually became low and distant. "When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back at you as well..."

Yuan looked toward Obito's location, as though his gaze concealed endless darkness capable of dragging one's soul into a boundless, bottomless abyss.

Yuan's Mangekyō Sharingan emitted a cold, ghostly light, its bizarre aura blanketing every inch of the room.

Evil to the extreme...

There had never been many normal people in the Uchiha Clan. The Second Hokage had been absolutely right about that.

They truly were born evil. They should have been completely wiped out.

They yelled every day about wanting to go to war, but the moment one of their own got hurt, they couldn't take it anymore.

Send the Uchiha Clan off to fight, and who knew which one would be triggered into suddenly going insane and coming back to kill their own people first?