Uchiha Yū.
She had once placed "Shisui's final wish" and "the village's stability" above everything else. For that, she could personally push her entire clan into the abyss, even treating her parents' lives as bargaining chips that could be sacrificed.
Satsuki alone had been the exception.
That little sister she had held since infancy, who would come running into her arms whenever she returned home—she had placed Satsuki above the "village."
Even if that protection had long since twisted into a pathological desire for control, even if she had presumptuously decided the path Satsuki should take, the pain she should bear, and the person she should become...
She had never intended to hurt Satsuki.
But never intending to and never causing harm were two different things.
Now, the one person she had wanted to protect used the coldest gaze and most resolute words to personally sever the last thread connecting them.
A break.
A complete, absolute break with no room left for reconciliation.
The Satsuki who had once softly called her "Sister" as she followed behind her now stared at her with the Mangekyō Sharingan, her eyes filled with nothing but hatred.
Even their mother's pleas and tears had only won her a sliver of life—not letting Satsuki be trapped in the nightmare of killing a family member.
It felt as if invisible blades were repeatedly piercing her heart, the pain like icy tides flooding through every limb and bone.
She wanted to curl up and let death take it all away—if even the meaning of living had been utterly denied by the person she cherished most, what was left worth continuing in this broken life?
But just as she was about to be swallowed by that darkness, a warm hand, having recovered some consciousness, gently clasped her wrist.
It