The smell of cold disinfectant entered the nasal cavity stubbornly, and every breath brought a slight chill.
Shisui Uchiha was lying on the hospital bed at Star City military base Medical Department, his eyes wrapped in thick gauze, blocking out all light.
In the darkness, only the regular ticking of medical equipment echoed in the dead silence.
He tried hard to recall the battle in front of the Buddhist hall, the cold face of Danzo, the sudden burst of pain, and the tearing feeling of his right eye being forcibly removed...-
That pupil technique is absolutely correct, it is Izanagi--"As the only Mangekyo in the clan, Shisui learned a lot about Sharingan's secret techniques from Fugaku, such as "Izanagi" who can rewrite reality.
It's just that he can't figure out why Danzo has Three-Tomoe Sharingan that activates Izanagi-could it be Danzo-
Just when he was trying to sort out his chaotic thoughts, an irresistible torrent of will slammed into his mind!
The darkness in front of me shattered and peeled off like fragile glass.
The pungent smell of blood instantly replaced the smell of disinfectant in the ward, making it nauseatingly strong.
He slowly opened his eyes. The scarlet moon hung above the dark sky, casting a sickening light that seemed to be soaked in blood.
The light enveloped the familiar scene below, the clan land of the Uchiha Clan,
However, this is no longer a peaceful home but hell!
Blood, blood everywhere!
The thick, dark red liquid, like disgusting paint, was splashed on the familiar courtyard wall, soaked into the carefully taken care of the stone road, and reflected an eerie light under the scarlet moonlight.
The strong and breathtaking smell of blood and the stench of ruptured internal organs, like a real tide, poured into Shisui's senses, instantly triggering severe stomach cramps.
"No---what-what is this?!" Shisui's consciousness screamed.
He found himself "floating" above the clan, like a desperate spectator nailed in front of a picture frame.
His eyes were pulled downward uncontrollably.
On the central street of the tribe, a figure is moving.
The movements were as fast as a ghost, and every flicker was accompanied by a cold sword light and a scream that ended in summer.
It's Itachi!
That face was the face of Shisui's familiar best friend, but at this moment it was as if he was wearing the most perfect, cold and ruthless Noh mask.
The scarlet Sharingan flashed with an inhuman cold light under the moonlight, and the Mangekyō Sharingan turned slowly.
The Ninja Blade in his hand was precise, efficient, and heart-breakingly cold every time he swung it.
The sound of the blade slicing through flesh and bones and severing bones was infinitely amplified in the dead silence of the night, as clear as sawing in Shisui's ears!
"Itachi! Stop!!" Shisui's consciousness roared crazily in the illusion, and his soul was trembling.
He desperately wanted to rush down, to stop him, to catch the figure and question him!
But the invisible force imprisoned him in the air. He was like a desperate ghost and could only watch helplessly!
Massacre!
An indiscriminate and efficient massacre targeting all Uchiha people!
There is no fierce confrontation, only unilateral and ruthless harvest!
The faint cries of old men, women, and even naked babies sounded in a certain room, and then fell silent instantly like chickens whose necks had been cut off.
Dead silence.
Complete silence.
There was only the monotonous and terrifying "pop" sound of Itachi's Ninja Blade cutting through the air and flesh, like the drumbeat of hell, beating on Shisui's nerves that were on the verge of collapse.
"Itachi! Why! Why is this happening-" Shisui roared, instinctively wanting to rush forward to stop it.
However, his body was like a disembodied ghost, passing straight through burning houses, fallen trees, and even passed through the body of a tribesman who was being stabbed in the chest by Ninja Blade!
He could only watch helplessly, looking at the once gentle Itachi Uchiha, with empty eyes at this moment, and the Ninja Blade in his hand accurately and efficiently swiped through the familiar throats, regardless of whether they were male or female, old or young.
Every time the sword light flickered, it brought up a pool of warm blood, splashing on Itachi's numb face and also splashing into Shisui's desperate pupils.
A toddler was swept by a ruthless blade, and his small body fell limply; an elderly woman tried to protect the child behind her with her body, and the next second, the cold knife tip penetrated both of them at the same time. "No one by one!" Shisui's eyes were splitting apart, and her soul was roaring in severe pain.
He rushed towards Itachi again, arms spread out to stop the swinging butcher knife.
The result remained the same, he was like a gust of ethereal wind, passing through Itachi's body in vain.
He could only stand beside Itachi, watching the pair of Mangekyō Sharingan reflected by Kakkō, coldly reflecting the death of his clan members, without a trace of ripples.
"Why is this happening - why?!" Shisui watched in disbelief as the tribesmen he valued were slaughtered by the ferret, a chill rising up his spine.
Not far from Itachi, a mysterious figure wearing an orange spiral-patterned one-eyed mask and a dark robe was also moving at high speed.
This person's method is even more bizarre. There is an iron chain hanging on his arm, like a predatory tentacle. He can easily grab the fleeing tribesmen, violently break their necks, or pull them back, and then penetrate them with Ninja Blade.
The one eye under the mask revealed a bone-chilling madness that purely enjoyed killing.
Through a wisp of moonlight, Shisui saw a scarlet Sharingan in the hole of the mask.
"Who are you?!" Shisui roared at the masked man, but his voice was lost in the storm of killing.
The masked man seemed completely unaware of his presence, and just cooperated with Itachi's actions to efficiently eliminate life in every corner.
Despair is like a cold poisonous snake, wrapping around Shisui's heart, tightening tighter and tighter.
Why? Besides Uchiha Hikari, are there other Uchiha people living outside?
Moreover, although Uchiha Clan District was outside the village, the village did not react at all to a massacre of this scale?
Where are Anbu's ninjas?
Finally, the figure walked towards the largest and most solemn mansion in the center of the clan.
Clan Head Residence, Fugaku The patriarch's home.
The door slid open silently.
Fugaku The patriarch is sitting on the tatami in the main hall, with his back to the door and his back straight, as if he has been proud of it all his life.
His wife, Mikoto Uchiha, knelt down beside him quietly, with no fear on her face, only a deep, almost tragic calm.
Itachi's figure appeared at the door, and the moonlight stretched his knife-wielding figure onto the floor of the room.
Fugaku didn't look back, a low and calm voice sounded, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting Shisui's soul. "You are here," Itachi Mikoto's body trembled slightly, he closed his eyes, and two lines of clear tears fell silently.
"Father, mother." Itachi's voice came, cold, steady, without a trace of ripples, as if he was stating something that had nothing to do with him.
Fugaku slowly, with a heavy sense of ceremony, turned around.
There was no expression on his face, only a pair of Three-Tomoe Sharingan, burning quietly in the dim light. "Is this your choice? Itachi."
There was no questioning in his voice, only a kind of confirmation that the dust had settled.
Itachi was silent, the Ninja Blade in his hand was slightly raised at an angle, the tip of the knife reflected the scarlet moonlight outside the window, which was cold and dazzling.
Fugaku looked beyond Weasel, as if penetrating the wall, and saw the land outside where the blood of the tribe flowed.
He nodded slowly and ever so slightly, as if a huge burden had been lifted off him.
"Let's do it. Uchiha Clan's sins will be put to an end by our own hands, father and son."
He closed his eyes, and his straight spine seemed like a mountain about to collapse.
Mikoto also opened his tearful eyes, which were filled with unspeakable pain and the deepest understanding that belonged to a mother.
She opened her mouth: "Sasuke-Please"
Itachi's figure moved.
Quick!
So fast that only a blurry afterimage is left!
Poof!
Poof!
The sound of two sharp knives cutting into flesh was particularly clear and heavy in the dead silence of the room.
Fugaku and Mikoto's bodies shook at the same time.
Fugaku's straight back slowly bowed, and blood surged out from the huge wounds on his chest and back, instantly staining the tatami beneath him red.
Mikoto's body fell forward softly, lying on her husband's back.
From beginning to end, there was not a single scream or a curse.
There is only the heavy breathing as life passes, finally returning to the silence of Eternal.
Itachi stood in front of his parents' corpses, their figures frozen in the moonlight for a moment.
From the Ninja Blade in his hand, blood drops were slowly dripping along the cold blade, tapping the floor in silence.
"Father - mother." Itachi's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, with a trace of indistinguishable trembling.
He slowly raised his left hand, as if he wanted to touch something, but it stopped stiffly in mid-air.
"Itachi! Are you crazy?!" Shisui's consciousness completely collapsed in the illusion and roared crazily!
Witnessed with my own eyes the patriarch and his wife of Fugaku, dying under Itachi's sword in such a calm and submissive manner!
There were also countless people who were slaughtered with blood!
This destroyed his faith more completely than any torture!
This is not just massacre, it is the silent self-sacrifice at the core of the entire Uchiha Clan!
For what?
For Sasuke?
For Konoha?
At this moment, a powerful force suddenly pulled Shisui's consciousness away from the tragedy of Clan Head Residence.
Instantly "floating" to the outermost high wall of Uchiha Clan District.
The cold night wind blew his empty body.
Outside the wall, in the shadow of a dense forest about fifty meters away from the clan wall, there were several shadowy figures standing.
They all wore the masks and uniforms of Anbu and Root. They were clearly divided into two groups, like silent sculptures, standing quietly in the darkness.
No one tried to rush in and stop the tragedy of genocide that was unfolding.
There was no exclamation, no anger, just an almost cold observation? Or should I say, surveillance?
One of them, Anbu, who was wearing White Bird Mask, was tilting his head slightly. He seemed to be using some kind of magic to listen intently to the increasingly sparse screams and clashes of weapons coming from the wall. Then he whispered something to the next Anbu, who was wearing Fox Mask and had a more solemn breath.
That Fox Mask Anbu slightly nodded his head, his posture calm, as if he was just evaluating an exercise report that had nothing to do with him.
Inside the wall are the mourning of the clan members before their death and the crackling sound of burning houses; outside the wall are the ruthless surveillance and waiting of Konoha Anbu and Root.
"Konoha Anbu-and Root of Danzo---" Shisui suddenly realized something.
Not shock, not anger, but a bone-chilling, abyss-like chill that instantly froze the last spark in his soul!
So... that's it.
It turns out that this Night of the Massacre is not just Itachi's madness, nor is it just Uchiha's fate.
It is a purge that is tacitly allowed, watched, and carefully arranged!
From the village they protect!
"Ahhhhhhhh--!!!"
Huge grief and indignation, despair of being betrayed, and a sense of powerlessness over the tragic death of a tribesman--
All the extreme negative emotions were like volcanic lava, completely erupting in the depths of his soul!
This unbearable and unbearable mental storm found its only outlet in an instant.
His pair of Single Tomoe Sharingan were covered with gauze, had just been transplanted, and were still in a weak state!