Shin's long-unseen Three Tomoe appeared in his eyes. He slowly descended to the ground, still without making a sound.
Today, he wore clothes he had not worn in a long time—the style he had worn during the Warring States Period. It was a black Uchiha Clan robe, its Gunbai clan crest clearly visible beneath the moonlight.
He began walking forward without any destination, simply wandering through the clan grounds. He turned his head. That direction was pitch-black, with countless houses blocking his view, yet in his eyes, two sleeping Uchiha clansmen were already dead.
The masked Obito Uchiha did not notice his gaze. He silently passed through a wall and headed elsewhere. Six more Sharingan had appeared in his hand.
Shin withdrew his gaze and headed deeper inside.
"Farewell... Uchiha Clan. You once dominated the Ninja World, yet in the end, you still reached your demise. Your claws and fangs have long been broken, and having become mere dependents of Konoha, did you ever imagine this day would come?" Shin walked slowly as more Uchiha clansmen fell. A faint scent of blood filled the air.
Uchiha Itachi held a short blade as he made his way heavily toward his home. Only by killing his father, the Uchiha clan leader, first could he leave the Uchiha Clan leaderless and complete tonight's mission.
Shin passed through an area and slowly stepped into the cemetery within the Uchiha clan grounds. Some of the Uchiha elders of old had been buried here. Unwilling to enter Konoha's public cemetery, they had instead been laid to rest in their own clan grounds.
He walked forward and stopped before an old grave. The grave had stood for many years, overgrown with weeds and left untended for a long time. It seemed that after the Uchiha's situation grew