Wu Yu smiled. "Are you hoping to see him, or hoping to kill him?"
"----" Sasuke Uchiha froze.
Did Shimura Danzō deserve to die?
Perhaps!
Did he hate the true culprit who had ordered Itachi Uchiha to wipe out the Uchiha Clan?
A little.
But after his last conversation with his father's Left Mysterious Clone, Sasuke Uchiha felt he could no longer look at so many things so simply.
When he'd been a naive child, his father and the other clan members had already been nursing their resentment toward the village and laying the groundwork for a rebellion.
When all he'd thought about was how to shamelessly beg his older brother to play with him a little longer that day, his brother had actually been stuck with the thankless job of a double agent, enduring his family's complaints about the village while facing the village's suspicion of his clan.
When he'd been the only one living carefree, nursing grievances because his father, mother, and older brother had shown him just a little less attention, they had been turning away from him when he wasn't looking, putting on faces he'd never seen at home----
It turned out he'd never truly understood the family members he thought he knew best. It was hard to say he'd ever really known them at all.
His family, his clan, and everything that had happened in the past were far more complicated than he'd ever imagined. At the very least, the words "Itachi Uchiha slaughtered the entire clan" couldn't settle the matter. Its roots stretched back to Konoha's founding sixty years ago, or perhaps even earlier. This ill-fated entanglement of "heart" and "power" had begun a thousand years ago, with the conflict between the brothers Asura and Indra.
The Uchiha Clan certainly wasn't as bad as