Heavy snow fell.
Sasuke stood alone amid the Uchiha Ruins, looking dazed.
He looked around and saw familiar buildings and streets.
They were the buildings of the former Uchiha clan's compound.
Sasuke clearly remembered that on the rainy night he killed Danzo, the endless downpour had crushed every building within the Uchiha Compound. Dust returned to dust, earth to earth.
Yet now, those houses and streets that had long vanished beneath the rain reappeared before Sasuke's eyes. He could even hear the laughter of children and parents from inside the houses.
Sasuke instinctively reached out to touch a wall.
His hand touched nothing.
He understood. Everything before him was an illusion, or rather...
Sasuke turned to look at the sky.
Though it was still daytime, the heavens had turned pitch-black. Only a blood moon hung overhead, silently casting down a crimson glow.
"I'm witnessing history."
"The history of the night the clan was massacred."
Sasuke murmured softly.
A moment ago, he had been aboard the Sky Battleship, heading to Kyoto with the reinforcements. In the blink of an eye, he had arrived in Konoha.
And now, he was seeing a history buried beneath the dust.
He thought of the Sage who had appeared behind him earlier.
The only explanation was that the Sage had worked a miracle, sending Sasuke to the Uchiha Ruins—to the beginning of everything—so that he could witness the past with his own eyes.
"Only by remembering history can one learn from it and know where one is headed."
Sasuke recalled what Lin Qing had once told him.
He had never known what truly happened that night, or how Itachi had killed the entire Uchiha clan.
By the time Sasuke returned home, it had already happened. Everyone was dead.
Sasuke took a deep breath, his gaze settling