Exchange Outside the Clan Land

Looking at the corpse incinerated by the Great Fireball Technique, Uchiha Itachi's brow furrowed.

His cousin was clearly a Chunin.

But his performance just now, his ferocious face, his maniacal laughter, and the words that pierced his heart.

To end this quickly, or perhaps to prevent him from having any more chances to speak, he couldn't help but use Amaterasu first, and then Tsukuyomi.

And even that didn't kill him directly. In the end, after a fight, he was completely wiped from this world.

Uchiha Itachi let out a long breath.

He rubbed his sore eyes. As expected, the Uchiha clan was an evil clan. Even this gentle and smiling cousin couldn't escape the fate of becoming what he was now.

Or perhaps this was the destiny of the Uchiha, and he himself had come to sever such a destiny.

"Hiss... Ah..."

"Leopard, what's wrong?"

Outside the Uchiha clan compound, not far away on a rooftop, an Anbu wearing a tiger mask looked at a teammate who suddenly reached up to cover his mask and asked in a low voice.

"Ah, Captain, can you tie bandages next time? Hehehe, my nosebleed is flowing out."

The Leopard-faced Anbu gently lifted his mask, reached out to wipe the blood tears flowing from his left eye, pretended to rub his nose, endured the pain, and waved his hand.

The damage to the main body when a clone created by the Mangekyo Sharingan's pupil power dies is far greater than the damage when a normal Shadow Clone is blown up.

His left eye had been declared useless in a short period, leaving only the ability of a Single Tomoe. His vision had greatly deteriorated, and he was on the verge of blindness. The nerves in his entire cerebral cortex felt like they were being pricked by ten thousand steel needles. He hadn't fainted immediately, relying entirely on having taken a potent painkiller beforehand.

But fortunately, this damage was not irreparable.

Everyone thought that transmigrating into an Uchiha was the ultimate cheat. In this world of bloodline supremacy, if you started with a pair of red eyes, there was only one word: victory.

But as someone with red eyes, there were still several immense challenges. From awakening the eyes to the clan massacre, you couldn't escape any of them.

Uchiha Jie was fortunate to have the System's care. Whether it was the Three Tomoe or the Mangekyo Sharingan, the process of awakening his eyes was fraught with danger but ultimately safe.

This System was very simple, as if it were casually made, not really intended for people to use.

It had no missions or erasure, nor could it turn into a cute girl. In fact, its very existence was only discovered by Uchiha Jie at the edge of his vision after awakening his eyes, a small line of faintly glowing text.

It was like a low-quality retinal display from a cyberpunk world.

But soon, Uchiha Jie discovered its use: as long as you genuinely laughed from the heart, it would add lifespan to you.

He had tried many times, whether in front of the civilian owner of a barbecue restaurant, or beside his teammates, or in the Third Hokage's office. Laughing once added a day, without fail.

As long as he didn't drop dead on the spot, he could use the lifespan given by the System to recover.

It was just that when he had split himself in two using the Sharingan's pupil techniques, he had almost completely depleted the lifespan he had gained. The flashing number was only in the single digits. Now that he had suffered another blow, he would probably need to laugh more to recover.

"You brat! Be serious!" The Tiger-faced Anbu tugged at his tightly fitting Anbu uniform, glared at his subordinate, and turned his gaze back to the Uchiha compound.

"We don't need to directly intervene, but we still need to prevent anyone from escaping. If anything unexpected happens..." she continued to nag.

"Don't worry, Captain, my flames are always burning for you..." the Leopard-faced Anbu chuckled.

"Leopard! Be quiet!" The Tiger-faced Anbu's temper flared even more.

"Alright, Leopard, you say a little less. Captain isn't in a good mood today." Seeing that the Leopard-faced Anbu still wanted to say something, another Cat-faced Anbu beside him directly covered his mouth, shook his head, and pulled him to jump onto the eaves nearby.

"Today is the day the Uchiha clan is annihilated, why are you so excited?" He released his hand covering the Leopard-faced Anbu's mouth and asked in a low voice.

"Oh, my my, I forgot that Captain was on a team with some guys from the Uchiha clan before joining the Anbu. I think she was even a Jonin captain." The Leopard-faced Anbu poked his head out to observe the captain on the nearby rooftop and explained in a low voice.

He wasn't excited, it was just that his head and eyes still hurt, and he needed to constantly distract himself.

Then, he added, "But speaking of someone the Captain misses so much, I really want to see them."

"Perhaps you'll see him tonight, but you'll only see his corpse," the Cat-faced Anbu replied in a low voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, a piercing scream tore through the night sky, only to be completely absorbed by a barrier that had quietly risen at some point. The cold moonlight spilled onto the Uchiha compound, tinged with a hint of red.

"What are you talking about, corpses? Stop chatting, tonight's main character is back." The Tiger-faced Anbu instantly appeared beside his two companions, grabbing them by the neck, his voice slightly hoarse.

The night of the massacre had begun, and at the same time, it could be said to have ended.

Uchiha Itachi was very fast. The difficult Three Tomoe "bones" in the clan were easily suppressed by his Mangekyo Sharingan, while the Root elites quickly dealt with the more numerous old, weak, women, and children, as well as the lower and middle-ranking ninjas.

Coupled with the elusive Uchiha Obito, this place had completely turned into a slaughterhouse with no resistance. The Anbu on the outermost layer, directly reporting to the Hokage, suffered almost no impact. Only the Root, who were at the forefront, dealt with some of the stragglers.

"Hey, hey, Captain, should we push forward a bit? If we don't fight, when it comes time to distribute the spoils..." the Cat-faced Anbu asked his captain in a low voice, looking at the place where the smell of blood was gradually rising.

Anbu ninjas, in peacetime, could not freely accept missions like ordinary ninjas. Although they received a sufficient salary to live comfortably, their ninja tools and various combat consumables were all reimbursed by the village.

But after all, not every Anbu had the Will of Fire deeply ingrained, becoming a foolish idiot who only knew how to fight for the Hokage their entire lives.

There were also many Leaf ninjas in the Anbu who joined to obtain stronger ninjutsu, learn better techniques, or to have a better resume that would allow them to quickly advance to Special Jonin.

The spoils plundered during missions naturally counted as their own income. And although the Uchiha clan officially only served in the police force, looking at the continuous clan compound and its furnishings, one could tell they were wealthy.

"If it were just money, I wouldn't dare to ask you, Captain, but the Uchiha must have countless Fire Style secret techniques and Lightning Style scrolls." The Cat-faced Anbu said with a hesitant voice, "And the Uchiha clan has one more most important treasure, Jonin Hatake..."

Although not explicitly stated, it was no different from stating it. The Uchiha clan's protection of the Sharingan was far less extreme than that of the Hyuga clan, but they had greater strength than the Hyuga clan. If someone tried to steal an eye, they would kill that person.

But after tonight, with the large clan turned to ashes, they would no longer have that capability.

"Forget about the Sharingan. Without the Uchiha bloodline, it's just a burden." The Leopard-masked Anbu slung an arm over his companion's shoulder, looking relaxed.

"As for that Hatake Jonin..." he continued, "his father was far more formidable. You youngsters probably haven't heard of the great renown of Konoha's White Fang. If it weren't for..."

"Silence!"

The instant the Tiger-masked Anbu hissed, the entire block fell quiet. In a very short time, the operation to annihilate a great clan, carried out with inside help, had concluded.

A few seconds later, the Anbu's specialized flare exploded, and the barrier gradually disappeared.

"Let's go. It's our turn to clean up the battlefield."