Those beautiful memories, those tender attachments, would all become the sharpest blades, piercing their souls;
Those twisted hatreds, those manipulated hostilities, would all become eternal shackles, trapping them forever.
Genki stood amid the pool of blood, gazing indifferently at the two people on the ground. The cruel smile at the corner of his mouth grew ever wider.
It was as if he could already see the countless days and nights to come: Itachi and Sasuke slaughtering and tormenting each other, again and again. He could see them sinking into despair and breaking down as they repeatedly swung between "remembering" and "forgetting"—
This was the revenge he wanted. This was the most brutal, endless punishment he wanted for Itachi Uchiha, for Uchiha Sasuke, and for the entire Uchiha Clan.
The Blood Moon still hung high in the sky, its eerie red light spilling into the bedroom. It illuminated the pool of blood on the floor, Itachi's despairing face, Sasuke's unconscious form, and Genki's cold, merciless eyes.
A curse of endless reincarnation had taken effect. Itachi and Sasuke's fates were now bound tightly together, and they would never escape. They could only slaughter each other in endless pain and despair, until eternity.
Elsewhere, the air inside Konoha's Military Police Force headquarters remained stiflingly tense.
The pale golden Takamagahara Power enveloped the entire hall, mingling with the brown chakra radiating from Indra and forming an invisible pressure that left the Uchiha gathered there scarcely daring to breathe.
Everyone stood respectfully to one side, their eyes occasionally straying toward the Uchiha Clan Compound, their gazes filled with worry. Yet no one dared speak up and disturb the progenitor before them.
Indra still stood impassively in the center of the hall, his gaze fixed on Obito Uchiha, who was pinned down by the pressure