I'm Going to Wipe Out the Shimura Clan!

In the prison's basement, in the cell at the end of the corridor, Itachi sat on the floor with his hands shackled, his back against the wall.

Kizaru was no longer in the cell. Tsunade had called him away, and the two of them had gone into the secret room next door.

Whether out of simple curiosity or because she wanted a chance to observe and learn about Konoha's future pillar, Tsunade had decided to come and eavesdrop.

A short while later, Sasuke Uchiha descended the stairs and turned into the gloomy, shadowy corridor, where the air was thick with the stench of rot.

Perhaps confident in his Sharingan Genjutsu, Sasuke strode along with brazen swagger, every step full of force.

At the end of the corridor, Sasuke stopped in front of the cell where Itachi was being held.

Through the rusted iron bars, Sasuke looked at Itachi, who sat against the wall with his head bowed and his hair hanging loose. Fury blazed in Sasuke's eyes.

Damn it! This was just too damn much! Itachi was a bastard and a disgrace to the Uchiha!

Seeing Itachi like this, Sasuke couldn't feel even a hint of satisfaction at the thought of getting revenge. His heart held only endless anger and confusion.

Why? How could someone as powerful as that bastard have been fooled by a mere Konoha ninja?

Where was that lofty air of yours? How could this tiny cell possibly hold you?

In his fury, Sasuke's eyes had already transformed into the Three-Tomoe Sharingan. He stepped forward and slammed his right hand against the bars.

"Hahahaha! Look at you, what a sorry sight! You bastard! Lift your head and look at me!"

Itachi had heard him coming long ago. He slowly raised his head and looked at the agitated