Throughout those long years, the clan regularly distributed compensation payments and assigned people to check on the children's welfare, ensuring that no orphan was mistreated. In their own way, they protected the bloodline and dignity of every Uchiha.
It was this unique kindness of the Uchiha Clan that had made Genki feel a special fondness for them—a feeling of gratitude and attachment, a warmth of blood ties that he could still feel across parallel worlds.
But that kindness lasted only a moment before the heavy stench of blood coming from the room next door tore it to shreds.
Genki's nostrils twitched. The warm, unmistakable scent of Uchiha blood pierced his heart like a needle, and the tenderness in his eyes vanished at once.
He was replaced by a chill cold enough to freeze everything and a fury that surged like a tidal wave. His indifferent eyes now resembled a burning hell, seething with a murderous intent powerful enough to destroy the world.
He slowly turned around and fixed his gaze on Itachi Uchiha's expressionless face. His voice was utterly cold, without a hint of emotion, yet carried an undeniable pressure as he asked, each word deliberate, "Did Shimura Danzō make you do this?"
Itachi's body stiffened slightly. His grip tightened around his Tachi once more. Blood dripped from its blade and struck the ground, mingling with the sound of his heartbeat.
Without the slightest hesitation, he raised his head to meet Genki's icy gaze. His voice was firm, carrying a hint of self-consolation he didn't even notice. "I did it for Konoha!"
"If the Uchiha Clan were to rebel, not only would the clan be wiped out, but Konoha would once again be plunged into war. Countless innocent people would die!"
His voice rose sharply, as if trying to convince