At the same time.
The remote northeastern border of the Land of Fire.
On the Kumogakure front.
Having heard that good news had come from the Iwagakure front.
The commander here... Uchiha Fugaku.
Could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
After hearing his subordinate's report, he looked up at the scene ahead.
The corpses of ninjas from various nations lay scattered across the ground. This meaningless battle heralded the Third Shinobi World War entering its final stage.
This was also why he dared to bring his son, Uchiha Itachi, to the battlefield.
"Father..."
Itachi, not yet four years old, stared at the miserable battlefield before him.
He did not understand why his father had brought him here.
"Itachi..."
Uchiha Fugaku placed his large hand on top of his son's head.
"You're a smart child... so I want you to see the true reality of this world..."
"The... true reality of this world?"
Young Itachi still could not understand this so-called reality.
"Our world... is a cruel one."
Uchiha Fugaku came to this conclusion as he looked over the battlefield.
He was referring to more than just war and conflict.
There were also power struggles...
The Uchiha Clan.
Its long history of being suppressed, ostracized, and discriminated against by the village.
Five days later.
Most people had gradually returned to the village.
Only a small number remained at the front, observing and guarding against another enemy attack.
The funeral was simple and solemn.
Many more people had sacrificed their lives in this counterattack against Iwagakure.
The Uchiha Clan, the Sarutobi Clan, Ino-Shika-Cho...
The leaders, clansmen, and ninjas of every group stood at Konoha Cemetery, watching the funeral of the dead.
Everyone wore black and stood at the scene.
Hyuga Sho stood among the Hyuga Clan.
Since he was