Day broke.
The blood moon had long since faded, replaced by the morning light.
But in Konoha, some people didn't want the morning to arrive so peacefully.
They had waited all night, after all, and nothing had come.
Last night, undercurrents stirred through Konoha. Some waited for Uchiha Itachi to show himself; others waited for the mysterious man called Uchiha Madara, who wore a swirl mask.
But, to everyone's surprise, neither of the CS Brothers appeared.
No Itachi, no Obito. Could a night like this... still be called the "Night of the Uchiha Clan Downfall"?
Rumors had already spread throughout the village. Everyone knew that the Uchiha Clan had been preparing a "major event" lately.
Whispers abounded: some said there would be a coup tonight, others claimed an assassination was being plotted, and still others said the Hokage Building would be blown to pieces.
As a result, Konoha seemed to have been shrouded in a dense fog these past few days. Even the usually bustling Commercial Street had grown noticeably quieter.
Vendors hurriedly closed up shop. Some even left overnight, just to stay out of trouble. The area near the Uchiha Clan Compound in particular had become almost deserted.
"The Uchiha are about to make a move"—that was what everyone believed.
But as the minutes ticked by, what came wasn't a revolt or an explosion, but silence.
Nothing happened.
"What are they going to do? How much longer do we have to wait?" That was the question on every ordinary villager's mind.
After all, not everyone in Konoha was a ninja. Many ordinary villagers relied on running shops, selling food, or setting up stalls to make a living. They didn't care about power struggles between clans; they only cared whether they could keep earning a living. If the Uchiha Clan