They Didn't Treat Them as People

The little girl looked tearfully at Uchiha Itachi, trying hard to put on a fierce expression. But she was not fierce by nature, and anyone could see the anger in her face.

That kind of gaze was the most heartbreaking. Anyone with emotions would be unconsciously affected by it. The Uchiha Clan had never been a heartless clan; on the contrary, their emotions burned even more fiercely than those of ordinary people.

Uchiha Itachi did not feel much at first. He only felt as though a breath was lodged in his chest, impossible to swallow and impossible to spit out.

He had never experienced such a feeling in his life, and no one had ever told him how to avoid or ease it.

At that moment, his other self—the one wearing cat ears—brought over another person.

He was an innocent-looking little boy, but who knew what his future would become?

Itachi vaguely remembered the traces in the boy's brows and eyes, but there were simply too many people in his memories: villagers, all sorts of figures from the Shinobi World.

Those unknown people, even if they were clan members, were people whose names he could only barely recall.

In other words, just like that little girl, this little boy had an unremarkable future and lived the life of an ordinary villager.

Perhaps he had awakened the Sharingan as well, but only in the instant before his death.

"Take a guess. How many hawks in the Uchiha Clan wanted to deal with the Third Hokage? And how many people stood by his side?"

After cursing Uchiha Itachi and Fugaku Uchiha, people began cursing Mikoto as well. Right after that came their other child, Uchiha Itachi's younger brother, Sasuke Uchiha.

The cat-eared Uchiha Itachi smiled as he watched the surroundings change, watched