He seemed to see the scene of them killing Uchiha Brahman.
With power this overwhelming, how could he, Uchiha Brahman, possibly be their match?
Everything was settled! It was all settled!
But the Uchiha Clan...
Sarutobi Hiruzen watched Itachi Uchiha training and sighed inwardly. Itachi, I'm sorry. I know you're different from the rest of the Uchiha. You have an unwavering Will of Fire. But the blood of evil flows through your veins. The Uchiha Clan can no longer remain in the Shinobi World!
I'm sorry, Itachi! After killing Uchiha Brahman, I'll kill you with my own hands!
Sarutobi Hiruzen gazed at Itachi Uchiha with remorse and thought to himself.
Not far away, Itachi Uchiha was deep in thought as well.
He, Itachi Uchiha, had been a genius since childhood—a prodigy who, at the age of seven, could already think from the Hokage's perspective. He was nothing like an ordinary person such as Uchiha Brahman.
He had naturally guessed some of what Sarutobi Hiruzen was thinking, but he didn't see anything wrong with it.
He was ashamed that Uchiha blood flowed through his veins. The other Uchiha didn't matter. According to his own plans, after killing Uchiha Brahman, he would destroy the Uchiha Clan anyway. A lowly race with such evil blood, one that undermined the village's unity and didn't understand the Will of Fire, didn't deserve to exist in this world.
But his younger brother was different. He had to make sure Sasuke survived.
The scene shifted. Itachi Uchiha and Sarutobi Hiruzen had gone to a secluded corner.
"Itachi, is something the matter?"
Sarutobi Hiruzen smoked as he looked at Itachi Uchiha.
"Hokage-sama, after killing Uchiha Brahman, I'll destroy the Uchiha Clan with my own hands. But Sasuke is innocent. Please spare him! I'm begging you, Hokage-sama!"
Itachi