Boom—
There was no thunder outside, but to Sasuke, it was as though a bolt of lightning had struck directly into his heart.
Obito slowly revealed the truth behind the Uchiha Massacre, word by word.
Those secrets buried for so many years were like sharp blades, viciously carving apart the hatred Sasuke had clung to for so long.
Itachi had been a sacrifice of the higher-ups, a sacrifice who had borne infamy for them.
He had always loved Sasuke. For Sasuke's safety, he had even threatened Danzo by saying he would leak intelligence to other countries.
For Sasuke's safety, he had dragged his gravely ill body along and lured Orochimaru out of himself, sealing him away.
He had resolved Sasuke's hidden danger.
He had been lying to Sasuke all along!!
When he had tapped Sasuke's forehead with his finger at the end, he had been begging for forgiveness.
All the obsessions he had held onto for more than a decade came crashing down. Sasuke stood frozen in place, as though every drop of blood in his body had instantly turned to ice.
Memories of every moment he had spent with Itachi surged into his mind like a tidal wave.
It turned out that the Older Brother he had hated to the bone had, from beginning to end, used his own way to bear every sin alone and silently protect him.
A heart-wrenching grief suddenly clenched Sasuke's heart.
Sasuke's entire body shook violently, his chest heaving as regret, despair, and overwhelming fury churned in his eyes.
His originally scarlet Three Tomoe Sharingan spun wildly, the tomoe patterns twisting together and reforming.
Amid a piercing agony, warm bloody tears slowly slid down from the corners of his eyes.
A six-pointed-star Mangekyō pattern gradually took shape within Sasuke's pupils, its crimson glow dazzling